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the cold room - s1-e14, pt.2 - d rose (n15) lyrics

[intro]
(ay czr, you did a mazza still)
come on, man
(sebz beatz, baby)
some 5 way sh*t
you know the vibe
free the f*cking guys man
free ma, free sus
i ain’t gotta say that much
(ayo, tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold)

[verse]
look
it’s only 8:30 in the morning and they’re tryna tell me ’bout exercise (wha ya mean?)
had to kiss my t and put my sheet over my head and close my eyes (stop it)
but all of that there’s in the past
now i’m back with a bajan light (i’m back)
and dun told dem dey can’t mek shot, where man mek shot, ‘cah i tek dem pies (ay run dat)
yeah i might act cool, but please don’t cross them wires
‘cah i smile and switch off lights, like i switch off lights just beforе man vibe (ya get it?)
bruck the dots and fill it with binе
lock my arm and aim out rides
do it like messi and hit that crossbar, perfect time, i’ll try (i’ll ping it)
now that’s another mumzy crying
shoulda lock up the door and tell her son stay inside, ‘cah the streets is frying (you shoulda)
but bad b wanna ask if she mine (huh?)
shut your mout’ and lock this bine
love big bro ‘cah he move like nemo and all now he still ain’t done no time
we make food do flips*on*flips in the kitchen, why you think the safe look nice? (why you think?)
courtesy of my runner, he at macd’s for a month, no lies (no cap)
two double cheeseburgers, with a sweet*chili sauce and two large fries (wha ya mean?)
and a coke on the side, no ice (wha ya mean?)
he ate that sh*t so much, that his skin turnt nasty and broke in [?]
(stop it)
but let’s put that aside
‘cah he was out here so much, had cats on crack going nuts for the eye
even in jail still had cats going in nuts in they cell for the rice (madness)
even in jail had had cats going in nuts in they cell for the rice
one of them smoked it and nearly died (obbo)
even though i’m tryna get radio plays
still stain me a box of the light and beige (i’ll rob that)
don’t f*cking play
big wheels finna reel sick head from kway, i’ll skrrt and squeeze (brr)
so best be alert when you see that ding*dong fly down street ‘cah sh*t get peak (best be alert)
best be alert when you see that ding*dong fly down street ‘cah sh*t get (peak)
oi, who’s that? what’s that? wait man
do the skid, and just handbrake skid (who’s that?)
fly out the ride on a sick*head ting, squeeze forward, then i chip back in
everyone’s so*called steppers, til suttin’ gets peppered and suttin’s in rizz (everyone)
to tell the truth, i would’ve been rich, if it weren’t for the rassclaat medallin’ kids
got bad ones cos i’m a demon, but she still bopped to my songs and sh*t
i put d*ck in her belly and pull out and buss my nut and she wrote them kids
then it’s back to the m*way, i ain’t tryna leave this spot, til the reload hits
how they gonna tell big rose ’bout upsuh?
badman, i done too much old trips (too much old trips man)
(f*cking h*ll)
(free the f*ckin’ guys, like i said)

- d rose n15 lyrics

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