letra de kold shoulder - lil crix & blp kosher
[intro: lil crix]
(hmm, atm)
mm-mm
(muddi gold)
ayy
out here, out the way (chubby goin’ crazy, fool)
yeah, go
mm, mm-mm
yeah, yeah, yeah
what i say, n-gga?
[chorus: lil crix]
itchin’ for response, so i’ma give his ass the cold shoulder
kidnap his brother, send him up just like a roller coaster
pb&j, a purple drac’ with a brown holster
keep it special k like blp, but i am not kosher
[verse 1: lil crix]
i shot him from afar, but walked him down, so i just got closer
that n-gga ain’t even a trapper, he’s a faker, he’s a d-mn poser
n-gga, i’m on track and i’m the train, n-gga, move over
maybach truck with a chauffeur, this ain’t no range rover
b-tch, i’m slidin’ on your bm, i’m ’bout to scoop her
them n-ggas never had no cars, they takin’ ubers
i like a ho that cook and clean, i talk to cougars
shot a n-gga with a drac’, ain’t with the ruger, uh
new compressor on the switch, so it won’t make a sound
them n-ggas smokin’ blacks, b-tch, i’m out here rollin’ loud
how dare a n-gga play
pooh sheisty, i’ma shoot the crowd (pooh sheisty)
i brought an extra stick in case i need an extra round (round)
[chorus: lil crix]
itchin’ for response, so i’ma give his ass the cold shoulder
kidnap his brother, send him up just like a roller coaster
pb&j, a purple drac’ with a brown holster
keep it special k like blp, but i am not kosher
[interlude: blp kosher]
water, uh, uh (um)
when jew sheisty died, they thought it was over
but that sh-t ain’t over
how them f-ckboys green? grab a four-leaf clover
[verse 2: blp kosher]
draco came from colorado, don’t be bold, jit, i’m bolder
he was loafin’ like it’s all gucci, knocked him out his loafers
jit slid, his ass sore, get that boy a foam roller
sheisty used to get them clips too, that boy a storm roller
knocked sh-t out the park like babe ruth, you think them bars sweet
gas prices never really mattered, we pullin’ up on feet
dude pressed, grab a smash burger if it’s really beef
the opps gon’ touch the mantle, earth’s crust to all them boys beneath
i got two rounds, jackie tohn, lowanda
see you, then i ran off, boonk gang, john gabbana
what’s in my hawaiian shirt? i tuck the tommy, no bahama
only way to go is two l’s, f-ckin’ with that llama
get, get to florida, hop up off the plane, it feel like a sauna
wody ’bout to blow the roof off, that boy a f-ckin’ bomber
smith & wesson, sh-t, i’m a knight in shinin’ armor
hangin’ out inside your bushes, yeah, them boys some real gardeners
[chorus: lil crix]
itchin’ for response, so i’ma give his ass the cold shoulder
kidnap his brother, send him up just like a roller coaster
pb&j, a purple drac’ with a brown holster
keep it special k like blp, but i am not kosher
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