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lirik lagu yay - coldest

[hook]
pole on me, got a hold on me
got the po’ on me, all these o’s on me
i’ma crash out if they roll on me
in this trap yard that isn’t post to be
lost couple friends that were close to me
now the cats and the jakes stay close to me
back then they didn’t notice me
stepped in looking like the coldest g

[verse 1]
who you fibbing? you ain’t round no gats
you can’t flex with that dough, that’s your brodie’s cash
they hate to see a better boy doing it better boy
smiles on their face, course i notice that
my day one drilly, that’s my closest akh
but he still don’t know why i hold this gat
finishing last wouldn’t feel so bad
if he kept it one hunna and put a one on that
this jawn’s looking ten, course i’m wanting that
and if the jakes flash i’m putting on my sonic hat
in this whip full of grub and a clip full of slugs
in a ends where you won’t get your monies back
furthermore this little snack made me double tap
got gorillas in the streets and they double tap
one phone call reached a couple man
girl your man is a joke, he’s the running man
my phone is on silent, i’m anti now
i’ve gotta watch how i talk at my auntie’s house
they should have known better than to draw me out
i could expose him but i guess that i’m anti-clout
anti-clout for real
but i still won’t hesitate to make it bang for real
and i wonder how my mumzy feels
all these late nights looking for a new spot
so i can make it bang with deals

[verse 2]
i can see the fakes in disguise, he ain’t real bro
four and a half in the boot, how you feel bro?
young g’s hitting the m driving real slow
trying not to catch this case is how i feel yo
sitting in this bando again and feeling real slow
before he land a cling in his lap with disappeared smoke
tracksuit filled up with pebs, i had to deal dope
jakes tryna wash out the dream, we’re tryna feel hope
p-ssed automatics, banged in traffic
my chick stays in wonderland like alice
ask your boo, she got left on read
i don’t want no head, ye be the baddest
them guys on some schoolboy tings, rudeboy tings
catch them in traffic
about ye, can’t handle the beef, what you on?
if it’s on let’s have it, p-ssy

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