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so cold - fhayze, renegade gutta, yngm omega & gradea lyrics

(yea yea yea yea yea)
(that my n*gga renegade gutta sh*t)
(gradea on the beat you know it’s bunkin’)

yea
these streets colder than december yea i swear they is
i don’t remember hitting shorty but that lil b*tch said i did
everything i say i did i prolly did, f and n
got so many sticks in
got so many drums n*ggas asking me what band i’m in, no percussion
b*tch i’m bussin’ that’s a big fact
i don’t want yo b*tch dawg you can get yo b*tch back
everything designer but it’s mix match
gucci this, prada that
all i hear is a lot of this, and a lot of that
stop with all that cap or get fitted for a tux all black
in a caddy with yo family in the back
i pray to god take these racks and bring my granny back
til then i’m just riding in that

lambo drop top middle finger screaming f*ck thе po po
if you think bout taking my top off then that’s a no go
seem like i can go nowhere these days without that 4*4
gotta keep the heat close, cause these streets be so cold
lambo drop top middle finger screaming f*ck the po po
if you think bout taking my top off then that’s a no go
seem like i can go nowhere these days without the 4*4
gotta keep that heat close, cause these streets is so cold

gotta keep the heat close i feel like old lebron
i just started rapping, amazon i’m in my prime
crazy i assist but i’ll never drop a dime
and how he trust them 5’s but he could never trust a dime
charlotte throw them 4’s that i ain’t y’all n*ggas local
drunk off of four loko
rap game in a choke hold
swear my sh*t be burr burr
lyrics need a fur coat
d*ck so deep in her throat, surprised she still ain’t choked tho
nothing like my old hoe
stretching on a 4*0
try me guess he don’t know
i been sending shots since i was lil i’m a pro pro
every since i lost that boy khalil i been so cold, frozen

lambo drop top middle finger screaming f*ck the po po
if you think bout taking my top off then that’s a no go
seem like i can go nowhere these days without that 4*4
gotta keep the heat close, cause these streets be so cold
lambo drop top middle finger screaming f*ck the po po
if you think bout taking my top off then that’s a no go
seem like i can go nowhere these days without the 4*4
gotta keep that heat close, cause these streets is so cold

the street cold, bullets hot
n*gga play and he goin die
no i can’t leave off the block
til i’m done selling all my rock
run down on his ass with that glock
aye n*ggas dying every day cause p*ssy boys they scared to box
i shoot i aim at ya locs
boy you get money or not
aye free cash*o that boy hot
imma hit the dash in the drop
i ain’t never follow rules and you wonder why a n*gga holla f*ck all the cops, and f*ck all the opps
all of my n*ggas they on go mode
yea she thick, but i just want her deep throat
say he goin take off my top, but it’s all cap tho
but i can never leave the house without my drako (i can’t slack like that)

- fhayze renegade gutta yngm omega gradea lyrics

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