Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Hearts, artist - The PuristDate of issue: 03.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cold Hearts |
| Stand up! |
| The niggas f*ck already men |
| 'bout to pop off man, m |
| That’s how it is, just grind me ass kid |
| Straight from Cube B done with big guns |
| Seen a lot of shit, even on the run |
| Man kick or die for f*ck em with the slums |
| My body went on, release for my gun |
| Blowed up two clips about to be some shit |
| To think about shit, get life’s a bitch |
| Just pulled pout and join the toe |
| And above the slim |
| Police got ahead, but I ain’t give a f*ck |
| I’m real about the shit, the rest see all but |
| The hood for life, they gotta throw it up |
| In the clutch, the thund, you can get me the ball |
| Can’t be on the grind wind keeps that war, stand tall |
| Down by law, who want more? |
| I am three click, nigga know what’s up |
| I found, I got you nigga shooting three throws |
| But I’m shooting sloves, then I let you meet loaf |
| I might been the rules, but never what we for |
| We see is going dumb, we’re feeling real mob |
| A leaf with a bunch of hoes, do us then do. |
| We never feed em after two cups on an empty stomach |
| We have a fake bitch tryin to keep one hundred |
| It is what it is, you do what I’ve been knew it |
| So many nigga sort of darkness soon their wrist is glewing |
| They keep and care enough to lift a f*cking bowing |
| I ain’t think you wanna take this where you’re going |
| Then everybody is losers, I’m in the wind collum |
| F*ck and tryin to tell you, they got been a problem |
| That’s just a Michael cousin, had that they lot of. |
| These niggas p**sy son |
| Show all we got, show all we spot |
| Smack your bitch ass out your John want rebox |
| Haters can’t f*ck with the bus jerk |
| Can’t f*ck with the boss jerk |
| Don’t rock gaters but I fuck with. |
| surance |
| Now dress like you have seen fighters |
| Type of flict and shirt. |
| lighters |
| The pipe pipers sayin little pistle |
| To catch a pradator, to catch the senator |
| Minister society tryin P and I’m dead in you |
| Head in the class the teachers path |
| On the road shit gets wow, do come squeeze in the skat |
| Don’t tussle the last hook is accurate thunder |
| Stupid niggas 'cause dumb shit |
| I wrote alone can’t condone the bump shit |