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letra de cold hearted - children of the corn (memphis)

[chorus]
cold-cold hearted k!lla on the snizzow with a f-ckin’ frown
cold hearted k!lla, cold hearted k!lla on the snizzow with a f-ckin’ frown
cold hearted k!lla, cold hearted k!lla on the snizzow with a f-ckin’ frown
cold hearted k!lla, cold hearted k!lla on the snizzow with a f-ckin’ frown

[verse 1: sweet talk]
these n-ggas think they know me, the really just don’t understand
why folks call me sweet talk, and [?] still i be the dirty man
standin’ on the corner, just awakin’, shakin’, drinkin’ brew
stangin’ make me k!llin’, see i’m chillin’ like a villian [?]
stay protected, unexpected, won’t forget my f-ckin’ mask
[?] i pop the clip [?] to catch much slug up in that ass
layin’ down you cowards, cause i see thе way you comin’ up
splurgin’ all your cheeze, get on your knees, beforе you bite the dust
[?] pistol bust and then i quickly grab the loot and vamp
then i go [seppuku?] [?] on the f-ckin’ [?]
[?] 20 blunts, my n-ggas passin’ out
[?] about this f-ckin’ slum
chiefin’ plenty blunts, that dirty man from children of the corn
red light in my [?] i shake hands with the devil
the sweet talk just a k!lla on the blizzo, it’s whatever

[chorus]
cold-cold hearted k!lla on the snizzow with a f-ckin’ frown
cold hearted k!lla, cold hearted k!lla
cold hearted k!lla, cold hearted k!lla
cold hearted k!lla, cold-cold hearted k!lla
cold-cold hearted k!lla on the snizzow with a f-ckin’ frown
[verse 2: sweet talk]
jumpin’ out my bed at night, k!ll the n-gga in my sleep
now i got 5 lames, motherf-ckers out the [?]
we runnin’ out the track at night, they tryna make me layin’ down
jumpin’ over bushes, bustas [?] shoot myself with crown
i’m drinkin’ off that f-ckin’ brew, [?] for my [?]
reachin’ for my strap, i’m finna let these b-tches feel the rug’
[?] so quickly i just ’em go
5 for them b-tches, popped the other for green and dough
locked ’em in the f-ckin’ trunk
and took ’em to the swamp and dump
fire blooded, n-ggas, with the hollowtips up in they lungs
jump back in my f-ckin’ ride, then back to the other side
strapped up with my n-ggas cocomo and chi chi in disguise
d-mn, they got a bag of [?]
sweet talk, dirty n-gga from the woods, i thought you knew
[?] won’t give a f-ck about the witnesses
loco, little blow [?] b-tches out my nig

[chorus]
cold hearted k!lla, cold hearted k!lla
cold hearted k!lla, cold hearted k!lla
cold hearted k!lla, cold hearted k!lla
cold hearted k!lla, cold hearted k!lla on the snizzow with a f-ckin’ frown

[outro]
yeah, it’s sweet talk in this junt [?]
lil grimm and mac b, know i’m sayin’
[?] get done up
graveyard productions, it’s sweet talk, i’m out this junt, b-tch

- children of the corn memphis

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