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letra de cold - pio santino

[intro: pio santino]
this sh-t is getting cold
in vision a whole stadium chanting four
my blood getting cold
i’m gettin money and sh-t, i want more
f-ck the fortune and the fame

[verse 1: pio santino]
errbody gon’ know my name
errbody get off my d-ck
f-ck you mean
ion think y’all people notice what y’all done to me
y’all people gotta notice that y’all under me
this is not allowed
all y’all should calm it down
‘cause all of you b-tches are watered down
everybody gon know my name
everybody want the fame
but they can’t put in the work to earn it
it’s f-cking me up
i ain’t giving no f-cks
i’m gettin tired of the hate
i’m gettin tired of the love

i’m here winnin’ (winning!)
in a track with simone rem (wooh!)

yeah

i said i want to sleep
she said she want the lean
i’m in a bad mood don’t f-ck with me
today is not the day (yeah yeah)
don’t talk trash
unless you want me to go to yo’ crib
with a rope and a trash bag
a knife and a (yeah yeah)
you know what i’m talking ‘bout
i said i want to sleep
she said she want the lean

[refrain: pio santino]
this sh-t is getting cold
in vision a whole stadium chanting four
my blood getting cold
i’m gettin money and sh-t, i want more
f-ck the fortune and the fame

[verse 2: pio santino]
bottling my emotions up
rapping till i blow up
im sorry if i reply late
i’ve been in a creative process for a while
gotta lotta problems but i still smile
this sh-t is forever
i’m rapping till i’m gone
b-tch ion wanna talk leave me the f-ck alone

yeah

mama i’m drunk again
bestie i’m drunk of the gin
got a knife cutting my wrist
got the perc thirty
f-ck everybody
f-ck y’all i ain’t sorry
if you wanna hate on me
sorry i ain’t paying attention
got a lil’ deficit
f-cking attention hoe
to my grave, imma rap some more
got a lil’ sick
you thinking you the sh-t
i’m thinking you a b-tch
f-cking be humble and sit

[refrain: pio santino]
this sh-t is getting cold
in vision a whole stadium chanting four
my blood getting cold
i’m getting money and sh-t, i want more
f-ck the fortune and the fame

[verse 3: simone rem]
not the fortune, not the fame
didn’t want it anyway
i be out here renegading
you be dancing renegade
making money, lemonade
people waiting to get paid
all the love and all the prayers
hope to see the light of day
ignoring all the hate, boy i don’t like that
it won’t ever be the same, can’t rewind on the past
bars hit hard, yours are lame, more of like a light jab
sworn to always save the game, i’m not scared to bite back
i’m with pio
i ain’t tryna make any enemies
green-blooded
can’t reject the fact, we be family
all the lies and all the threats, things they’ve been telling me
leave a legacy that’s gonna last long than a century
out with the crew, that’s how we roll
back-to-back singles, 2020, that’s the goal
fast on the track, running from the po’
aight imma head out, it’s really getting cold

- pio santino

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