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Cold Summer Lyrics - Artist : Blade Brown
I said I went from a boy to a man on the curb
I'm a man of my word plus a man with some birds Got friends killing friends, yeah their manners absurd This is big weight nigga, you couldn't manage a third Got the chopper on the table and the work on the floor Send that pack O.T., I put that work on a tour Ten out of ten, I give that work an applause Yeah I grind for my shit, I hope you're working for yours I remember '010, jumping out of that Range You can't do that nigga cah it's out of your range Look, I said that's out of your range Remember cold nights grinding, standing out in the rain When I'm talking to the runners all we talk about is numbers If you're talking bout the youngers Then you're talking bout some gunners Yeah it's gonna be a cold summer, I wonder My best offer is a picture like a Kodak G I made a tape, you made a tape but I sold out G I'm like "You dumb niggas, don't give out the whole pack free" And if you're talking bout my mansions then I own that G They say my wordplay's one of a kind Used to make the fiends line up one at a time A nigga never lied, not once on my rhymes And I can buss a nigga just with one of my lines I tell a fuck nigga "Wait a minute" Still catch me in that car with that weight up in it Hit the dot spot, get the weight, I spin it Fried calamari, tell the waiter bring it Niggas think they know me cah they saw me on the web Only really know me if you saw me with the Z's In handcuffs if you saw me with the feds I ain't never been low, you ain't saw me on the edge Why? Cah every day I put my life at risk I swear down it's like my nigga's life's at risk My nigga spent £30K just to light his wrist And if that nigga's broke then his life's a myth BB3, it's the third one It's like a nigga can't chill until the bird comes I tell 'em "Sit back and burn one" You're listening to a real nigga if you've never heard one |
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