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letra de cold summer - promonant

they say the good die young, so i’m taking advantage. they wanna see a n-gga dead broke, raving and ranting. i tried to tell em all my vision they just don’t understand it. before i ever turn my back i watch my feet where i plant em. from my head to my toe, i got the best id. you never seen a rapper that could do it just like me. hit the block gotta keep a pair of fresh nike’s. i’m not the rapper yung joc but you could get like me. cold summer my n-gga, stay 100 my n-gga. i was ten toes down, why you running my n-gga? tried to trick me off the streets like a dummy my n-gga. if it was you in my position you would fumble my n-gga. i could care less about how many cars you copped. how much money you flip, or the cost of your watch. give a d-mn about the money that claim that you got. 9 times out of ten, imma starve on the block. so tell me why you think you better cause you got all this guap? think i don’t got what it takes, think i’m plain old joc. like i ain’t been through all this sh-t i worked my whole life for it. n-ggas see you doing good they wanna cosign for it. i walk around the town happy with a chip on my shoulder. the way these people hate on me it should be making em notice. i got the world at the edge of it’s feet. my hands big enough to smack a lil n-gga out the edge of his seat. before you disrespect my name you better make a receipt. cause we don’t buy that bullsh-t that you explain in the beef. n-ggas kept me on the team just to jock my swag. i’ll be d-mned if you take me out i’m in my bag. it ain’t nothing you can do to keep me off this path. so when they talking sh-t about me i just sit back and laugh. people tell me joc, when you hopping back in the stu. i tell em when they credit me for what i actually do. i’m not an engineer or rapper who just came out the blue. all i’m really trying to say is that i’m just like you

ooh it’s gone be a cold summer
late nights for the whole summer
pray that god don’t let me go under

ooh it’s gone be a cold summer
shorty wanna take control of ya
long nights baby no rubbers

ooh it’s gone be a cold summer
late nights for the whole summer
pray that god don’t let me go under

ooh it’s gone be a cold summer
shorty wanna take control of ya
long nights baby no rubbers

- promonant

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