Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Winters, artist - Tsu SurfDate of issue: 28.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cold Winters |
| We was on them backblocks, cold winters |
| Pacman, ghost getters |
| No time for breakfast, we was trappin' took the toast with us |
| Watchin' for them cavaliers, Kyrie in the crunch time |
| Prayin' not to get it done, second shift lunch time |
| How you feel about your life? |
| Nigga, 'cause I want mine |
| Cuz became a man in jail, sixty too much time |
| Shit, Momma raised me so it’s tough love |
| Bad bitch changed up, got me like fuck love |
| Puffed up, 40 below whether, shit we tuck snubs |
| Hoodie tied, felt like Ghost town back when Cookie died |
| Flip a quarter, what you need? |
| Hit me, I can get it for ya |
| Caught the nigga slippin', got the pass, he was with his daughter |
| Damn, so much shit I can’t sleep without |
| Main bitch aggravatin', got a nigga sleepin' out |
| You can pull up where we at, nigga we can see it out |
| Stories we don’t talk about, shit we can’t speak about |
| When runnin' the streets become such a sacrifice (tell me when) |
| When you say you can’t breathe |
| And they still try to take your life (no right, no right) |
| But never let the devil see you cry (never) |
| Never let the devil see you cry (never) |
| Look him straight dead in the eyes |
| Tell him you got God on your side |
| I’m sendin' paper, these niggas sendin' emojis |
| High by myself, I popped the pill by my lonely |
| Fendi by Karl Lagerfeld, Presi' the Rollie |
| Can’t even pronounce what I’m wearin', you niggas know me |
| I did a song with Jim, Cam’ron and Juelz too (my niggas) |
| I’m just puttin' on for Harlem, check the cell Tsu |
| Billboard top ten for a few weeks straight |
| I’m gainin' weight, McDonald nigga you don’t eat steak |
| Nickel bag, dime bag, you never seen weight |
| Hard to believe everyday my life is like Spring Break |
| Makin' sales anywhere I wouldn’t even think |
| And have enough of bottles I wouldn’t even drink |
| Last summer workin' out, I was doin' sets at bleek |
| Now your wifey starin' at my diamonds and I bet she blink |
| Before we bust it open, had to wet the sink |
| Let it dry out on the napkin, kitchen never clean |
| I let the ice cool it, came up on a nice Ruger |
| It had some bodies on it—sold it, took a flight to Cuba |
| I play Havanna, Alexander McQueen shirts |
| I know the percs bad but the lean worse, it’s team work |
| When runnin' the streets become such a sacrifice (tell me when) |
| When you say you can’t breathe |
| And they still try to take your life (no right, no right) |
| But never let the devil see you cry (never) |
| Never let the devil see you cry (never) |
| Look him straight dead in the eyes |
| Tell him you got God on your side |
| Never let the devil see you cry (never) |
| Never let the devil see you cry (never) |
| Look him straight dead in the eyes |
| Tell him you got God on your side |