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letra de cold winters - tylr c

cold winters
down in southern michigan
i could never picture
like anything better than
this paper and this pen
my wager don’t expand
since a teenager, i had all this sh-t planned
we all in danger, give him the backhand
hit you wit this laser, now i take you to my land
f-cking heart-breaker open up my pineal gland
on top of all these glaciers, boy i’d be d-mned
if you took a chance
up against me
cause my sh-t be so advanced
cold winters
down in southern michigan
got me shivering
it got everybody bickering
the f-cking king delivering
from tc to saginaw
i ain’t even mad at y’all
you taking all this adderall
gotchu thinking thatchu supernatural
boy, you f-cking incompatible
i can tell you just a casual
buying cigs at admiral
my music f-cking masterful
tying nooses blow yo head off like some mackeral, uh

(verse 2)
kinda funny you thought you could top me
hands be getting bl–dy b-tch you ain’t no real mc
ain’t even gotta study i just gotta find a beat
you sounding like a dummy b-tch my name it’s tylr c
no wonder you so grumpy cause yo lyrics f-cking stink
no wonder you so chubby clean my spirit wit some pure lsd
n i could name drop
(but i won’t)
but i’ll take shots
(boy you just a f-cking clone)
why yo rates dropped?
(cause you paying for yo plays it f-cking shows)
yo persona be so fake, i know you’d hate, to be known
that’s why you made yo name unknown
i got lots of issues
so after this, i ain’t worried bout you
cause you average
f-cking plastic flows sounding so d-mn monotone
you should be embarr-ssed, cult encounters pull up to yo f-cking home
half a milli, we da founders, hand us the f-cking throne

(verse 3)
ain’t know a thing bout wordplay
b-tch, you make absurd claims
say f-ck tc rappers
you forget that’s where you live?
b-tch b-tch b-tch, sh-t sh-t sh-t
rhyme it all over, then pretend you gotta hit
come back when you sober, it ain’t worth to try again
i been f-cked over, i been locked up in the pen
ain’t no god d-mn posa, better think a f-cking again
open all these folders, 100 albums all harder than yo last
who the f-ck you think i am?
better show me some respect
the last time i checked
you had a half a milli less
then the cult
and that ain’t even including, r.r.g
now let’s begin shooting, don’t wanna mess wit me
all yo music been muted, b-tch it’s trash as could be

- tylr c

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