Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Turkey, artist - GUDDA TAY
Date of issue: 11.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cold Turkey |
These niggas ain real as you think |
They wanna go big but they can’t |
Cashin' out I’m breakin' the bank |
Ice on my neck that’s a cuban link |
Fifties of fifties they pink, (yeah) |
One shot to the kidney he stink |
Ball on they ass I feel like Dominique |
Watch two tone thats Sunny D |
Whole lotta gunnas they gunning for me |
They air shit out for a light fee |
Three hundred check like nike |
Cash longway like Peewee |
Nigga from Chicago foe nem BD |
Fuck what they say keep fettuccine |
Pull up in the hood, give back to the needy, (ugh) |
My brother he murdering, he bleeding |
Bring out them dogs yeah I get to breeding |
Got a crip |
Got a young nigga ride with me, don’t talk kill for no |
Reason |
Like I kill a beat, I live and I breath it |
Somebody pray for that boy he need preaching |
I got yo bitch at the spot, we squeezing |
She got dick in her mouth like she teething |
(Hold up) (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) |
Got more funnel cake than a fair |
One me two them nah I fuck by the pair |
Diamonds blinking |
I been drinking |
Brand new Benz, used to pull up in Lincoln |
Bet she fuck some, had the bitch go to winking |
Kids of the 6 got hot shit steaming |
Niggas hold nuts and they hate I done seen it |
Came out the dirt, I made em believe it |
Diamonds go hit of my shirt, this shit here water |
Just like Fiji |
Double park don’t pay for no meter |
Bad lil bitch from L.A. nice and lean |
Don’t leave it to me, I’ma leave it to |
Opps pull up then we gotta retreat |
Came from the bottom yeah way underneath |
Not LV underneath my feet |
Real OG’s go vouch for me |
In love with this cash got too much broccoli |
Talk to my momma, she proud of me |
They take they hat off, they bow for me |
Pull up I stop they watching me, (ugh) |
I heard the feds had a drop on me |
I got a sack and bought property just like monopoly |
These niggas watching they copying me |
I’m talking bout cash, stop calling me, (yeah) |
Sauce to the walk, now it’s all on me |
My day one dawgs with me |
The hood they all with me |
Yeah we go ball ho |
(Hold up) (woah woah woah) |
Bitch get low, hold up get low some more |
I get her throat and I go |
I spent some racks on a coat, (bitch) |
Won’t stop go hard, they know I’ma go, (ugh) |
So many chains they choke, (ugh) |
So many hundreds they Loc |
Stuck with my brothers like Larry and Moe |
Can’t walk in the spot got the pad on the door |
Fuck this bitch once I felt bad for the ho |
Bitch do ya thing I ain mad at you ho |
Came out the dirt, what they mad at me for |
(ugh) Damn lil shawty I don’t know |
I guess they mad they broke |
(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha) |