| I put it down for my city
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| That New' New York is with me
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| They say it’s like the 90's cause we bringing back the gritty
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| Rep that conscious flow committee
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| We’ll kill’em with no pity
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| my nigga Lex, you know I told him we gon' get it
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| Cause we blowing up
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| New York back on the map my nigga
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| Shout out to Cold Crush
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| Yeah we coming up, king of the city
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| When I show up
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| Bring a pound to a show security
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| They know whats up
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| Let me get my roll up
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| Whats the hold up?
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| (1: Issa Gold)
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| Came up from the bottom cause a nigga working hard
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| Everybody want a piece, my conscious shine just like a star
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| Now we copping the whole thing, I blow my weed down by the jar
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| And I’m using my three eyes a nigga watching for facade
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| Lets get lit
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| She like how i spit
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| I told her pop a hit
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| So innocent
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| Put her on that shit
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| She went and told her friend
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| I remember getting [?} smoking that indo in the morning
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| Told my momma, best don’t worry
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| Ima get it how I want it
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| We all in
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| Ain’t smoking that grade unless it’s medicine
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| My Letterman reek of the reefer
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| Ain’t tryna let her
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| Never sober, wake up in the morning take a hit
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| Never heard a kind of nigga flowing like this
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| Put my city on the map
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| While I bang on these hits
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| Now i laughing at these kids while I’m passing again
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| (2: AK)
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| Eleveated lifestyle
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| Never aim by the prophet if it ain’t by the dial
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| so they call me «Sun Child»
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| But after my sesh, shorty wet like the Nile
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| Took us back to the green room, made her go down
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| back to the team room, now mary go round
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| Fans shed tears, screaming child
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| Give me a couple more years, and i would’ve thrown crown foreall
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| Counting mils
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| Stepped out the box, now my brain builds
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| That sour diesel my brain fills
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| Live stress free, cause pain kills
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| Uh, stack green bills
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| From shore to shore
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| Bout to tour the globe
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| Torch flow to your torched soul
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| Can’t dodge those
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| (uhhh, nah, nah)
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| What you niggas on?
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| I’m in the bush with the herb I’m puffing strong
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| Been a gift to this earth since I was born
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| Better know your fucking work before your gone
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| Elevated, go home you can’t dethrone king
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| Got my wisdom from the holy soul, the worlds spring
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| Know the system want control
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| But no i won’t sink
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| Cause New York raised the golden soul through the ink |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cold Crush , by - The Underachievers. Song from the album The Lords of Flatbush, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп