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letra de cold summer - miliano

verse 1:

lately i’ve had all my enemies try to try me
come at me pumped up like i don’t know what they’re hiding
crooked smiles i could tell they hate when i’m shining
it’s not my fault that after one record they tried to sign me

see me flexing my craft
owning all these showman that really think that i wouldn’t last
like who’s this latin that think he could show up and rap
he hasn’t even been locked up or even worked in a trap (whatever man)
but he got a p-ssion, ashing dutchess, writing smashes, crashes private parties just to play the people anthems of his practice
but he’s distracted, living in a city where so much happens
mindless mondays at a mansion, music week is when he cash in
high fashion, givenchy gl-sses, well here they’re average
pouring four to two ounces like we just beat the mavericks
big population of plastics tryna make it in acting
and half the -ss here is latin dancing on yachts with khaled

pre hook:
you wouldn’t know what it’s like
casual run-ins with dolphins everytime i shop for ice
nocturnal season in summer sh-t go down every night
beautiful women around but they might slip you that vic

hook:
i’m from a city where you’d lose your mind
never cold but you see snow all the time
usual rounds of 1800s with some line
usual nights with 1800s of some dimes

verse 2:
foreign whips with blackout tints
foreign chicks with blackout friends
four story penthouses
four straight championships
tell your girl to check it out
she won’t stop running her mouth
she gone like the way we drop
she gone l1ck the perignon

i’ll only stay true to a broad if she know that this city the best
(i don’t) see the necessity for it but i guess it leads to success
(too much) overexposure has led all these rappers to cutting their exes some checks
best be ready for this, on the come up my hands on a vest

i want that car on my wrist
little cubano on my neck
win me a grammy like beck
play in new york like a jet
bape all over my chest
wade on my back watch me rep
gone in a flash we all wept
yung milly showed up to correct

i wanna turn the tale of two cities to something that people could learn from
distribute the cheddar better so the no sweater weather city could turn up

if you feelin my vibe, get on this ride, i’ll show you who’s really next up
go choose a side, i wouldn’t mind, your boy ambidextrous

hook:
i’m from a city where you’d lose your mind
never cold but you see snow all the time
usual rounds of 1800s with some line
usual nights with 1800s of some dimes

- miliano

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