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lirik lagu lil quantum - cold streets

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[intro]
frr, frr, frr, frr (baow, baow)
n~ggas know what the f~ck goin’ on (slatt, slatt, gang)
yeah, yeah, we in this b~tch (woo, woo)
i say, slime, gang, gang (grraow, grraow)

[chorus]
move the f~ck back, i don’t trust sh~t, i know these b~tch n~ggas hate ‘cause i’m slime (f~ck y’all)
outta state with a ratchet b~tch, ridin’ in fast sh~t, havin’ a h~ll of a time (skrrt, skrrt)
this life cold as h~ll, you weak, you dead, you better go fall in line (fall back)
n~gga, your homie gave you some pennies, you still snitched and dropped all the dimes (snitch~ass, baow, baow)
i keep sayin’ it, if you ain’t cutthroat, you can’t be one of my kind (nah)
b~tch~ass n~ggas ain’t gang, phones blocked, tickets took, calls declined (frrt, frrt)
ain’t no b~tch bone in my body, i don’t bark, i bite, you want it? then try it (grraow)
if my name ain’t tatted on her skin, then that hoe never was mine (f~ck her)

[verse 1]
that’s not your b~tch, she choosin’ up soon as i look (ha~ha, slatt)
free the rappy out the can, f~ck twelve, they threw the book (f~ck twelve)
n~ggas cryin’ ‘bout poles, b~tch, this ain’t the first time one got took (p~ssy)
if opps don’t come out the function, we rushin’ that b~tch, tearin’ the roof (baow, baow, baow)
walkin’ through school with the glock in my jeans, first dumb n~gga get cooked (grraow)
if you gon’ drive, better ride ‘til the wheels fall off, no stoppin’, no look (skrrt, skrrt)
too many sticks in this whip, i ain’t dyin’ in cuffs or a box, lil’ n~gga, i’m good (nah)
got fam to feed, still runnin’ from death, i’m duckin’ that reaper’s hook (woo, woo)
[chorus]
move the f~ck back, i don’t trust sh~t, i know these b~tch n~ggas hate ‘cause i’m slime (slatt)
outta state with a ratchet b~tch, ridin’ in fast sh~t, havin’ a h~ll of a time (skrrt, skrrt, grraow)
this life cold as h~ll, you weak, you dead, you better go fall in line (fall in line)
n~gga, your homie gave you some pennies, you still snitched and dropped all the dimes (rat~ass, baow)
i keep sayin’ it, if you ain’t cutthroat, you can’t be one of my kind (nah, nah)
b~tch~ass n~ggas ain’t gang, phones blocked, tickets took, calls declined (declined)
ain’t no b~tch bone in my body, i don’t bark, i bite, you want it? then try it (try it)
if my name ain’t tatted on her skin, then that hoe never was mine (f~ck her, grraow)

[verse 2]
slatt, these p~ssies talkin’ the loudest, but keep on dyin’ (baow, baow, baow)
actin’ like they real ‘til them sh~lls start flyin’ (grraow, grraow, grraow)
i’m tryna put n~ggas six feet down, don’t hop in this car with no nine (f~ck that)
try finessin’ my bag, b~tch, you done lost your motherf~ckin’ mind (stupid~ass)
i was made to drill, rap just somethin’ i do, gave you n~ggas a pass (slatt)
but f~ck that, if bro say get him, i’m droppin’ that bag on his ass (baow)
spend my money on guns, pills, and kicks, not hoes, they never gon’ last (nah, nah)
if i’m p~ssed, i drop yerc on my tongue, lean back, let the anger pass (woo)

[outro]
b~tch, i’m ridin’ with straps (grraow, grraow)
slatt, gang, gang, we on that (slatt, slatt)
cold streets, n~gga, this life cutthroat (cutthroat, cutthroat)
brr, brr, brr, brr


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