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lirik lagu cold shoulder – moneybagg yo

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1]
back to the basics (back to the basics)
i can’t escape it, nah (nah)
they like they understand me better when i speak it raw (talk)
i’m thinking ’bout how deep it get from diggin’ in my thoughts (woah)
but then again, i already know what come with bein’ a boss (big bag)
i’m whisperin’ in her ear (what?)
sayin’ “i love you, i’m gonna do better, kissin’ her lips”
buy her a bag, then we f*ck, she like “boy, you a trip” (haha)
why you think you can fix everything with your d*ck and gifts (it always worked before)
barely say no to my kids, been like that since i birthed ’em (yeah)
[?] a spittin’ image of me, his momma say i cursed him (i did)
changes and blessings come with time, ’cause that’s what life bring (so what?)
didn’t understand that sh*t clear enough ’til i made spring (my daughter)
i got b*tches lyin’ on my name, tryin’ they best to get some clout
n*ggas think it’s swisher sweets until i break them choppers out (brrr)
family never asked for my number but now they reachin’ out (ha)
post a picture with some money, they screenshot it, tryin’ to count
i ain’t f*ckin’ with no rap n*ggas, i’m stickin’ to the plan (what’s that?)
came in with my day ones, that’s how i’ma leave (who that?)
tavoe, banjo, g (three)
been through it all with me (all)
sat on the bench beside me, it’s a must they ball with me
sh*t don’t even be what it look like, it just be seemin’ perfect (i swear)
sometimes i ask “where the love at?” but that don’t mean i’m searchin’ (searchin’)
i hate i gave it attention, knowin’ they didn’t deserve it
did a diagnostic check and all my b*ttons workin’ (it’s up)
why you tellin’ her the business, when you go and lay up with her? (uh?)
i ain’t talkin’ to no pillow, especially not about my n*ggas
take a certain type of n*gga, to relate to what i’m feelin’
i’m just ventin’ to myself, smokin’, starin’ at the ceilin’ (vibin’)

[chorus]
i’m gangsta from the heart (heart)
started from the gutta, robbin’ n*ggas, stealin’ cars
i’m so glad i played it smart (smart)
i’m gangsta from the heart (heart)
beat the odds a million times, the struggle made a star
make ’em feel it bar for bar (go)
told ’em (on god i tried to tell ’em)
didn’t believe, me so i showed ’em
i’m smashin’ on the gas, got no plans of pullin’ over
wrap my hands ’round my arm, got the world in my palms
forced me to go numb. i give ’em cold shoulder

[verse 2]
you dead to me, i had to go stiff
overtime, puttin’ in long hours (what?), i don’t come off the shift (come off the shift)
they hate so hard in my neighborhood, wanna do me like nip
pray i ain’t lookin’ at a friend, if i gotta empty the clip (boom, boom)
talk to gotti on the phone, he like “look bro, leave it alone” (please)
but i can’t stay away, the trenches where i feel at home (home)
i do it first, they gravitate, these rap n*ggas my protégé
i never hate (never)
seven*six*two penetrate (brrrr)
the drums sound like an 808 (brrrr)
boom (boom)
she went against the rules, f*cked the opposition dude (ooh)
i know we ain’t together but i still don’t feel it’s cool
guess you ran outta weapons ’cause now you tryna use my son
everything don’t need a response, i’m just done

- moneybagg yo

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