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letra de the cold room - s2-e1 - workrate

part 1

[intro]
sensei
free all the drillers and f-ck all the opps
imma lethal hitter, and i f-ck tops
rise up spinners, and 9s of glocks
more times don’t slide, on guys with the dogs
grrr, bop, bop
ay, tweeko mix this ya know, it sounds cold

[verse]
you ris it and bang, for instagram
you b-tch, n-gga, you should have tits and back
anytime i heard they skidded on gang
i took that wap to the [?] flat’s
me and bro, both on chingings
1, 2 rizz and no helmets on hats
we yinged him there, intensive care
like how many opp boys shoulda been dank?
back strap that, can’t bring him back
cah we back our straps, and tap, tap
come to the six, were comfy, facts
big .9 millimetre’s, g-locks too
if bro’s on you, then i’m on too’s
got bare rum-juice, with my 6, 6 goons
back it, splash it, tear up fabric
on the ram-bizz just sinkin’ through
more be arms, there’s be fresh coupe
got love for my bro’s, cah they love me too
big bro in the booth, that’s big racks too
you can call that bash to the millions crew
there man don’t do what gangnem do
i never done what there man done
you ain’t seen a wap that grr, grr
you don’t wanna see that sk dump
i ain’t never seen me a opp not run
pull up inna opp block, watch [?] run
try have a knife fight, then clocked his lung
cah he still got, got with my favourite one
wallah i ain’t lyin’, i had a samurai ting
chinese right and numerous knifins
how many guys, them sides, turnt usain
your hand blade cah its right behind em’
our riders, ridin’, i’m right beside em’
how many times had the crime rate, risin’
couldn’t give a toss if its out, or in house
season beef, till the beef is fryin’
f-ck the feds, had a tetch on my head
screamin’ out “m on my door”, wernt flyin’
and i don’t know whos dead, or who bined him
neck by the metal, the metal was silent
you know my name, but don’t know my fists
i don’t know if i’m sayin’ it, or know my pain
you ain’t seen your left hand switchers, crazy
conversatin’ cah its life he’s facin’
you ain’t seen a right hand dhac with gazy
how could i be with him daily, rate me
all cause i’m shy, and em’ things gone my way
coulda had half my plate, its brazy
8 week trial, mumzy cryin’, popsy agin’ patiently waitin’
got that verdict, tears of joy, then i picked up my boys outside, ol’ baily
8 week trial, mumzy cryin’, popsy agin’ patiently waitin’
(got that verdict, tears of joy, then i picked up my boys outside, ol’ baily)
[outro]
sp, back

part 2

[intro]
elevate, this mix sounds mad
nico-niss, i didn’t even know
sensei
ay, tweeko mix this ya know, it sounds cold
jb on the beat

[chorus]
from a young age, my backs been with it
all of us wise and violent vicious
been a long 5 year ride, it’s 3way
flip my cv’s, got numerous chingins
i’m dishin’ out 5 or 6, that’s minimum
i’m innocent, but they know who did it
there [?], district, dyin’, stepped on
tryna ching it, or rib it

[verse]
if they said it, its facts
you can check my stats
when i talk bout rides i been working more
it’s every time they ran, that i saw that hang
yeah we jump-out-gang, tryna earth his boat
get half his heat, when you back this ramz
3 mindi’s up, insert and blow
when i’m ridin’ out, that’s a certain bro
young days, coulda cav from my personal phone
i pattern that dings, or rev that ped
like, f-ck the met, circle on souls
see a, too much chat, got hit in hat
when the 9-double-m bells burst his scope
bros billin’ up rose, got put in a pack
told darger “yo, burn the smoke”
bros billin’ up shak, got put in a pack
told darger “yo, burn the smoke”
[chorus]
from a young age, my backs been with it
all of us wise and violent vicious
been a long 5 year ride, it’s 3way
flip my cv’s, got numerous chingins
i’m dishin’ out 5 or 6, that’s minimum
i’m innocent, but they know who did it
there [?], district, dyin’, stepped on
tryna ching it, or rib it

[verse]
if you’ve been where i’ve walked
you seen what i saw
then of course my broski get my drift
i can talk that talk, i walk that walk
i really got more than 10 on my ching
i can add 4, i love my sword
i’m talkin’ opps that bless my ting (hold that)
i ain’t on risk, if you sell on the strip
no warnin’ signs when you step on the lix
bare man soon home from birds no pigeon (free da guys)
but we done more rallies, double digit
free my whole batch, i miss my dargs
soon back to rides, and runnin’ up digits
mo sallah with the x and the finish
create a cool condition, shoulda been in my diggy
they ain’t a vile, like gang it visim
more time it’ll tine you, 1-2’s visit
[chorus]
from a young age, my backs been with it
all of us wise and violent vicious
been a long 5 year ride, it’s 3way
flip my cv’s, got numerous chingins
i’m dishin’ out 5 or 6, thats minimum
i’m innocent, but they know who did it
there [?], district, dyin’, stepped on
tryna ching it, or rib it

[verse]
when this beef gets fryin’ they ain’t ridin’
if i’m lyin’, i’m dyin’
me and s g-checkin’ a yute with out knifes out
until we bucked it, foot chase form the sirens
gotta find the local spot for the knifes
now back to the hood, thank god and we sigh now
done to much, had to give it a bait
maximum 10 days, then its back to the ridin’
when this beef gets fryin’ they ain’t ridin’
its always us tryna turn mans lights off
were billin’ that pack, and were billin’ that pack
and they both got built, and its [?]
rely on allah and all that i’ll do for
all of your man, you respect and power
rely on allah and all that i’ll do for
all of your man, you respect and power

[outro]
nico-niss, i didn’t even know
sensei

- workrate

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