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lirik lagu cold blooded ii – ty balla

the movement
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah
(haha)
i’m notcha’ average new york rapper (yeah)
cause most of these n*ggas, they really be capping with it
yeah, this that bronx drill
where’s my double cup
this that if you ain’t got papers
put it in a blunt feel (uh*huh)
it was me & my cousin, one night in the trap
knock, knock, somebody at the door
i’m like who is it?
the loc came in & he was tripping
talking & hating how we was living
he been wanted us out from the beginning
dna stains on his shirt & it was blood on his jacket
i lived in a crip house (huh)
but it was blood in my fabric (yeah)
the loc went into the room
& started scuffling for his life
me & cuzzo knew the vibes
it had to be a gun or was it a knife?
then he came out the room
with the glock up in his pants
the way cuzzo was shaking
swear he had to be doing the shmoney dance
the crip n*gga aimed for gee
& said “oh y’all thought knew me”
cuzzo was like
“bro please, c’mon bro please, please don’t shoot me”
they was both tussled for the gun & bro ran out on me
close your eyes, make a wish
& put your hands out for me
i’ll never be like my real ——
that n*gga manned out on me
‘til this day
i always thought that it was planned out for me
that’s why i’m so cold blooded
these life experiences, these ain’t no stories (yeah)
i’m notcha’ average new york rapper (yeah)
cause most of these n*ggas, they really be capping with it
yeah, this that bronx drill
where’s my double cup
this that if you ain’t got papers
put it in a blunt feel (uh*huh)

- ty balla

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