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letra de cold outside - shane the true

cold outside lyrics
[verse 1: shane the true]
i see a buncha’ broke n-ggas, broke n-ggas
bad b-tches that’s broke with ’em
blowing money showing off what they got
then on the ‘gram with receipts from the cop
that sh-t obnoxious a bunch of nonsense, somebody stop this
think of all the money that you gave away
instead of saved away for a rainy day
’cause today’s the day it’s raining outside
and you stuck in the house still shopping from couch
you spend unemployment on enjoyment
i know you saying that you need it, i don’t believe it
how is it possible you copped some gucci shoes before you went and copped a whip?
now you fly as h-ll, fresh as h-ll, walking down the strip
in designer jeans, pocket empty, might as well got holes
asking n-ggas where the hoes at but none of ya’ll got hoes
n-ggas one with they sneakers out here wearing down they soles
it’s the concrete, you know how it goes

[chorus: omid g.]
man i know it’s cold outside (outside, outside, outside)
in the street (in the street motherf-cker)
girl i know it’s cold outside (outside, outside, outside)
i got the heat (i got the heat motherf-cker)
so every time i go outside (outside, outside, outside)
there’s a fee (better pay up, better pay up)
tell me when you go outside (outside, outside, outside)
what do you see? what do you see?
[verse 2: shane the true]
i see a buncha’ n-ggas fronting some n-ggas hustling
but see the hustlers move in silence
the fronters violent
that mean they hit you with it everyday ’bout how they moving and what they doing
who they pursuing and who they scr-w-ng
but they never proving so i’m assuming
the more they talk about it in reality the less they really do
and why they money blew
they lost my interest
but let me teach ’bout interest
and how you stack it up and let it compound
they dumbfound
sprung over some louis sh-t i’m tryna cop a compound
no, i won’t dumb it down, i run the town but i don’t stomp loud
i creep
so all them hatin’ n-ggas that was sleeping on me way before out there can stay asleep
but they claiming that they woke, that may be so but counting sheep
that’s right, i peep
like little bo but little mo’, they spoiled rotten
i gathered all the sheep that they was counting
took some shears from my peers and made some wool for n-ggas plottin’

[chorus: omid g.]
’cause i know it’s cold outside (outside, outside, outside)
in the street (in the street motherf-cker)
girl i know it’s cold outside (outside, outside, outside)
i got the heat (i got the heat motherf-cker)
so every time i go outside (outside, outside, outside)
there’s a fee (better pay up, better pay up)
tell me when you go outside (outside, outside, outside)
what do you see? what do you see?
[outro: omid g.]
n-ggas know it’s cold outside
n-ggas know it’s cold outside
n-ggas know it’s cold outside (outside)
n-ggas know it’s cold outside (outside)

- shane the true

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