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the coldest - blast holiday lyrics

[l’s]
i’m here now like i patiently awaited
a spot that’s now vacant missed the hood and can’t fake it
body marked up, hood etch no erasing
comin for the head with the blade like i’m jason
comin for the bread cat burglar how i’m casing
good with the lead like it don’t jam when you shake it
b*tches all the same dope d leave em shaking
i’m in too deep so the ice is no shaking
dead [?] summer, el niño like it’s raining
timber like lumber knock em down tucked under
i don’t know wherе, there’s thunder
ribs poking out likе i got a deep hunger
forever seeing nothing like mr stevie wonder
keep a poker face if i’m bluffing
like barrel needs [?]
go on little n*gga meet the [?]
through your h*rn speach breach and discussion
and he’ll air out me just like them sucks

[blast holiday]
when your stomach start growling
and your t**th start showing
and your ribs poking out
and then other n*ggas holding
island what’s good we goin leave their streets frozen
and confiscate their goods and jug em for the lowest
yeah
them l!cks is comin out the coldest gutter of the slums ice lord spit the dopest
fresh out the wrapper straight to the pyrex
late night with boonts at the 53rd project
let em come thru hit the gate with a high step
this ice city flu is contagious like virus
had a 100 shots now i only got 5 left
want the sh*t for 40 but i only have 5 left
godd*mn shame i can count out 5 deaths
morph, tommy, rob, nuge, abitofme
l’s like focus on the enemy
well i’m hungry that’s beef they dinner to me
best believe he goin for seconds
kilo, ski mask, c on the fitted
a bare face broad day to show who did it
no liar the snow is chillin
and the dark spot resting in a soulless villain
get a million out a ceiling never mind who k!lled them
and sacked up the profit while the snowflakes filled him

when your stomach start growling
and your t**th start showing
and your ribs poking out
and them other n*ggas holding
island what’s good we goin leave their streets frozen
and confiscate their goods and jug em for the lowest
yeah
them l!cks is comin out the coldest gutter of the slums ice lord spit the dopest
[blast, l’s]
day i left blast like “what’s good bruh
remember we was hungry out of towners in the hood bruh”

“remember we was bummy out kitchen with the jug bruh”

i heard you taking over right away on the one way

yeah sh*t, and if they coming down the one way i’ll transform to you ain’t going out without some gunplay

and let me catch em up top

and if there’s smokers on the block i take cash and pass rock

and catch me with a smoking glock and cash when i rock

you catch me with a bop selling ass for the knots

it’s always for the pay day

bulls eye neck line

face, lamar, and aj

n*gga they’re my ice lines
i write rhymes for the jackers and soul sn*tchers
me i do for the hood trill n*ggas and chrome packers

car thieves bank robbers pimps and shammers

cold hearts with the hammer on anything in cold grammar

it seems that it’s the only way the world can understand us

[blast]
when your stomach start growling
and your t**th start showing
and your ribs poking out
and them other n*ggas holding
island what’s good we goin leave their streets frozen
and confiscate their goods and jug em for the lowest
yeah
them l!cks is comin out the coldest gutter of the slums ice lord spit the dopest

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