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letra de the cold room - s2-e3 - dodgy, tweeko & mixtape madness

[intro: producer tag, dodgy & engineer tag]
elevate, this mix sounds mad
x10
ahhh
ay, tweeko mixed this ya know, it sounds cold
look

[verse]
i step foot in the t, heard peaches ask for a light
no use when i’m bringin’ my lamp (no use)
normal procedure, far from a eediat
yutes in the toilet, tryna un-banks (come here)
since out as a day, i’m rentin’ the room
the neighbors ask, i’m a tennent (mind your business)
my young boy knows that he can’t come under
9 out of 10 i’ll cheff him (or less)
this bin bag ain’t carryin’ rubbish
clear by the smell
it’s bud that’s gettin’ transported
cover my face when i’m buyin’ a voucher (why?)
can’t link me when gettin’ recordings (ok)
switch up the ray g, put on a buzzer
cah first what i grip with the mornin’
so you ain’t ever been ot from the pigs?
i’ll still take a pic for a school kid
fans keep tellin’ me “yo, you should rap”
or a gina tryna give my numbers (on god)
i swear on my life, i’ll die if i cap
been wettin’ guys, first try with the cut (i’ll cut)
with the blade, he’s shaky, it ain’t no maybe
no we can’t ride along (rollin’)
bandz got nicked with the wap
and the front had attachments, tightened then i got bro
that’s weather he’s right or wrong (on god)
but of course them yutes, they was raised up different
the way his sham denied his involvement
man the card that he played is there, just siblin’
can’t condone that, yes, safe
but what can i say?
were just different (yeah)
i heard brodie done bored up —
again i laugh, cah it’s what i predicted (on my life)
not once in my life, red volvo, you bumped your head, nuff basic livin’
any jail i step at and crash at
i done that from a young age, i’m bitten’ (no asks)
now days, you can catch me on the weekday in tapes
some basic b-tches (his life)
you’ll probably say you hit it
that’s a young boy tale, always say i didn’t
italian stamp on the steering wheel
got shawty in the back tryna act a fool
blood red seats, in the doubler truck
now the stars in the roof, i’m a astronaut
lookin’ at bro, like this rap might work
we come a long way from the astro-turf
my young boys wan’ mash that work
keep askin’ me how the astra work
tell bro “spin round, who you capture first?”
bring the spins out, let the mash go burm
buss one, make all of them fly like birds
i know you ain’t dumb, put your nank and work
i don’t think that he’ll run back
he’s doin’ the jerk
they know that we done that, jump out the 9x
tryna put man on the road to church
the vibes on us get burst

- dodgy tweeko mixtape madness

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