Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Game, artist - Villain Park. Date of issue: 31.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cold Game |
| Who done told you this game ain’t cold? |
| They done claim that your jump shot cold? |
| Who ain’t told you this game ain’t cold? |
| They make a tray for your soul |
| Now your life on they Lynch roll, oh! |
| Who ain’t told you this game ain’t cold? |
| Came off of the slave boat |
| Then hopped in the six fo, oh! |
| I be everywhere that you can’t go N-Y to Chicago, switch lanes in the range |
| rove, oh! |
| Better pray that your jump shot cold |
| My homies is down to ride as soon as I give 'em the go |
| You either a friend or a foe |
| The moral to the fact is a homie could shake your hand with the one that he |
| stabbed your back with |
| I got pride in my heart and pain that’s livin' inside |
| You either walk with God or dance with the Devil, gotta decide, you gotta |
| choose up homie, 5−0 |
| Right on my side they might pull up on me, I might smoke a pig then slide |
| Ain’t no tellin' what Imma do with this homicide on my mind |
| Lord forgive me for my sins in this game I gotta survive, whoa! |
| Who done told you this game ain’t cold? |
| Better pray that your jump shot cold |
| It’s either that or you represent |
| Niggas for real, my tracks are |
| Can’t relax, if I do I won’t blow |
| Walk in the building my cojones to the floor |
| Whoever remembers those who came close? |
| Put the beat in the body bag the case closed |
| See, we can’t be beat |
| Hate this game not me |
| Me and my homies, mobbin' through these streets |
| We stay low-key, claim what y’all gone be |
| Talkin' through they teeth (oh yeah they comin'), nigga we gone see |
| I’m off the music and medicine, either usin' or sellin' it |
| You can’t get under my skin, insides protected by melanin |
| Ain’t nothing better than breaking the rules and accomplish something they |
| never did |
| Who at the top? |
| Bet I make 'em move out before they settle in |
| Increase the volume to the maximum |
| Put a price on my name catch 'em speaking 'bout me I’m taxin' 'em |
| Either I hop inside of the game and pray I make it far or buy a piece of land |
| and set up shop like Pablo Escobar |
| I bet they watch you with binoculars especially when you popular |
| Just to get a piece of the pie these niggas get to poppin' 'em |
| We do what we gotta do to get it there is no stoppin' us |
| Runnin' up in establishments got 'em ready to lock it up |
| It’s always winter time in this business so grab a coat |
| I’m like a rappin' chupacabra |
| I’m taking out all the goats |
| I had to break open the chains to get my feet on the plane |
| To touch the sky what you was fearin' I was never afraid, fuck the game |
| Who done told you this game ain’t cold? |
| Better pray that your jump shot cold |
| It’s either that or you represent |
| Niggas for real, my tracks are |
| Can’t relax, if I do I won’t blow |
| Walk in the building my cojones to the floor |
| Whoever remembers those who came close? |
| Put the beat in the body bag the case closed |
| See, we can’t be beat |
| Hate this game not me |
| Sometimes you gotta learn to love what you don’t like |
| Me and my homies, mobbin' through these streets |
| All these niggas out here man, they gon' throw a little pussy at ya |
| We stay low-key, claim what y’all gone be |
| But only one bitch can make you cum, you know what I mean? |
| I mean that money, |
| that green |
| Talkin' through they teeth (oh yeah they comin'), nigga we gone see |