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letra de cold - apfrm405

{intro}
gotta smoke to ease the pain, they say that i’m wrong
b-tches tell you it’s forever, in the end they fold
every night gotta sleep wit a pole
you never know who wants to come take your soul

{chorus}
thuggin’ in these streets at night, it get cold
how you gonna snitch, you coulda stuck wit that code
my youngin’ reckless he’ll walk you down with that pole
you know i’m throwin’ up foe
i’m really sliding, send some sh-lls to yo dome
we’ll break in you home
i swear to god that you don’t want this smoke
yo’ ass gon’ choke
lil shawty blowin’ up my phone
f-ck her once then i’m out that door
tryina get paid, i can’t save no hoe
that’s no-no

(aye)

{verse}
these days you gotta watch yo’ folk
never know who coming to back door
days ones switchin’ up ova hoes
it’s cool, take his life with this pole
then go dig yo b-tch ass up so you can die mo’
leave his face on a shirt
his momma tearing me she hurt
that boy disses on the gang
make sure she feel every verse
leave that b-tch in a he-rs-
swear this world is cursed
i been takin’ these percs
love when i shoot the drake it jerk
{chorus}
thuggin’ in these streets at night, it get cold
how you gonna snitch, you coulda stuck wit that code
my youngin’ reckless he’ll walk you down with that pole
you know i’m throwin’ up foe
i’m really sliding, send some sh-lls to yo dome
we’ll break in you home
i swear to god that you don’t want this smoke
yo’ ass gon’ choke
lil shawty blowin’ up my phone
f-ck her once then i’m out that door
tryina get paid, i can’t save no hoe
that’s no-no

{verse}
this that straight gas, got me super high
mama bad, yeah, i feel her vibe
big booty with a pretty face, girl hop in my ride
she asked why i stay with this gun on my side
i tell her just in case a f-ck boy wanna try
his ass gon’ die
her man blowing up her phone
guess she was suppos’d to be back at 9
i said “girl, you fine”
he come this way then i’m uppin’ my iron
you ain’t bulletproof, you gon’ feel this fire
whats that vest for, shoot you from the neck up
all the typing on insta, pull up and shoot sum’n
all of that talkin’ will really get you touched
roll yo’ ass up in the dutch
i’m really from the mud
{chorus}
thuggin’ in these streets at night, it get cold
how you gonna snitch, you coulda stuck wit that code
my youngin’ reckless he’ll walk you down with that pole
you know i’m throwin’ up foe
i’m really sliding, send some sh-lls to yo dome
we’ll break in you home
i swear to god that you don’t want this smoke
yo’ ass gon’ choke
lil shawty blowin’ up my phone
f-ck her once then i’m out that door
tryina get paid, i can’t save no hoe
that’s no-no

- apfrm405

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