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letra de cold streets - swag toof

[verse 1: ouija]
you think you know me
you don’t really know me
you ain’t down with that toof gang you d-mn sure ain’t my homie you ain’t seen me on (?) with my stomach growling all boney
in the bando with that camo cold frying up the bologna
all you see is what’s on me
you ain’t real for my story nah
i prayed to god for that way at and got shot instead so i’m holy
in a pacced room with a bunch of goons so why the fucc am i lonely
why can’t i trust anybody thinking everybody plotting on me sorry ouija off his meds again
talking to his friends again
got demons on me trying to flex again
you think death will end you better let me in
got friend requests i ain’t checcing them
voices playing in my cranium and as time swings that pendulum i see old hoes and think less of them
(?) next catch breath again
pop til feel worth my flex again
these bullet wounds these stab wounds ain’t sh-t to the pain my head is in
i had a best friend fucc my shawty while i was locked up in that cage
and had my childhood taken from me so i’m never acting my age hoe

[hook: choirboy]
you think you know me but you don’t really know me
(?) deep with some swishers and some gold teeth
you think you know me but you don’t really know me
no sleep, no sleep in these cold streets
you think you know me but you don’t really know me
no sheep (?) lil bo peep
you think you know me but you don’t really know me
ten toes never froze in these cold streets

[verse 2: choirboy]
my brothers brother got taking out while just hanging out
hit by a banger 14 year old stranger tryna gain some clout
he got it
plus life up in that prison
crazy how my sh-t had changed off that one little decision
i ain’t grow up (?)
i ain’t always need a vest
it was dirt roads, rodeos, budweisers or meth
dog we all feel stressed but you fucc around that’s your neck it seems like every single day i gotta fight for my respect
just a kid from the dirt out to get what he deserve
(?) had to do that verse
i paid my ties (?) in that church
put me in a box and it ain’t gonna work
still too big for this one little verse
know i’m looking at toof gang when we swerve (?)
you b-tches best stick to your story cause you don’t know mine boy
(?) you don’t know sh-t about ouija and choirboy
my feet in the flames with my fingertips up in the sky boy
(?) but fucc with the clique and be ready to die boy

[hook]

[verse 3: gxldslvgs]
my friends dead but i hear them in my mind
don’t make the same mistakes you gotta get up it’s time to grind crazy bone told me it was all for the love of money
mask on my face extended clip cause ain’t sh-t funny
ten toes down posted on the blocc
no emotions from a king cause showing love will get you shot fucc a nine to five this work is how i’m eating
you try my squad i swear to fuccing god i’ll leave you leaking
i ain’t afraid to die i walk with the devil daily
not a drop of hope in my eyes so please don’t try to save me
i’m a project baby
i came up out the gutter where n-gg-s hustle all winter so they can flex in summer
let them jewels shine so they know you working
i’m a get it regardless my n-gg- that’s for certain drag to disembowel
gold slugs you don’t know me swag toof, toof gang yeah b-tch the one and only

[hook]

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