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died in the cold - gudda tezz lyrics

[intro]
(michigan music)

[verse 1: gudda tezz]
it get tight, n*gga
will you listen?
they’ll slide in the night, come get witchu
you can get cheddar, stack mozzarella, sittin’ counters with pistols
count it up fast, you would think a money counter was with you
kind of resentful, but you’ll never see a tear in his eye
never be lackin’ cause he got too many peers in the sky
deep in the water, was it blood, they wasn’t here anymore
demons attached, ain’t have no route, but now he steer anymore
stuck in trap for my addictions, but i’m in love with the trenches
she don’t care about my past, she love my convictions
i’m in love with .223s, 5.56s, shoot a hundred rounds
big chop stick with the extension off the 50 cal
if i’m close, i love the four neck, this b*tch will drop a cow
ain’t no cheat sheets to the streets, lil’ n*gga don’t be in denial
told the right thing to the wrong person you’ll be fighting trial
i knew dog wasn’t having dog sh*t, i heard his stomach growl

[bridge: gudda tezz]
this for all the hoes that said i’m broke, can you feel me now?
this for all the n*ggas that said i’m broke, can you feel me now?
this for all the opps that shot they shot but somewhere in the ground
this for all the banks that that declined that jugg, i’m clearing chicken now
[verse 2: ak bandamont]
this one for the ones who escaped my songs, they wanna hear it now
i used to dream about the top, i’m getting near it now
this b*tch seen the pape’ now she tryna crack jokes, she getting funny now
soon as i stacked my first fifty, i acted funny style
change the cocina and hit it with the brown
this chicago and wockegen with a hundred thou’
i got to hit bricks for you, give me forty thou’
i’m off the drank and the purp, that’s why i’m snoring loud
i got forty wockeshas for a hundred thou’, i’m taxing for it
slide down on the opps and pull out chop, i see ‘em lacking on it
just got a brand new glock and got the plastic on it, the switch coming
i’m in this one sl*t house f*cking her friend, i heard this b*tch coming
before this rap sh*t pop, we was quick hustling, big money
they’ll never get far, they always d*ck suckin’
this b*tch keep itching her neck, i think lil’ shorty tryna sniff something, come get something
put bag on a n*gga’s head, who got a brick coming
my [?] cpn, he on this hundred but now he web selling, big failing

[outro: gudda tezz]
on them summer days you gotta put it up for them days when it’s cold
you got it add it up, b*tch i spent thousands of days on the road
my n*gga locked upstate, he spent thousands of days on his own
but he ain’t trippin’, you know what people say, you live and die alone
this n*gga made a sneak diss, and died for his song
this other n*gga got kicked out his duke’s crib and died in the cold

- gudda tezz lyrics

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