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Cold Gangsta
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42 Dugg
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Part I (June, you're a genius) Do What We Want Entertainment And Can't Be F**ked With Incorporated Smack a N***a A** LLC I'm on some cold gangster sh*t (Ain't I?) I might get blocked out the industry (I am) Ain't wifin' no hoes, no "couple goals" (Can't do it) And still don't fear all my enemies (I am) Ain't squashin' no beef, I'm fryin' it (Hibachi) If it's 'bout the money, I'm tryin' it (I'm tryin', I am) The price went high, it's thirty a brick (What else, pew) Water been tight, flyin' in (Pew, pew, whoosh) Let's say goodbye to the ghetto (Hello, hello) And welcome to wealth, 90210 (Real big) Behind the gates (I am), Mulholland Estates I might turn this b*t*h to the trap, though (Let's get it, yuh) "Ayy, there go the neighborhood" Neighbors been b*t*hing (Why?) 'Cause they heard the Lamb' in the driveway (Bzzz) At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (Ding, ding) It sound like a plane when I drive 'way (Yuh) Might park the Rolls on the lawn (Lawn) F**k it, ain't got no alarm (For what?) New Richard Mille on my arm (Factory, woo) I'm a king; you a pawn (N***a) I'm a legend: 2Pac, Biggie, Big Pun, Wu, Raekwon (I am) New Elvis to the city (King) In Detroit more than Big Sean (Facts) I'm on some cold gangster sh*t I got a lil' b*t*h on the west side (West side) Couple lil' hitters from South Memphis And another lil' hitter from the eastside (East side, real) I can adapt to the pain (Pain), I understand the poverty (Poor) Why would I let a record label f**k over us when I did the robberies? (Never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (Why? Shh) 'Fore they f**k around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (Shh) Whenever you mention me (Pew, pew) You not relatable; I'm a street n***a, and that's not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, that's not available (Yuh) I got a hundred-'round d**k on this AR And I hold it stable-ble (Hey, hey, yeah) Part II All my b*t*hes bad, tens, b*t*h Yeah I'm me, so what? (F**k on) Ho gave me head in the Benz (Yeah) B*t*h wanna f**k in this truck, ooh (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, and I f**k her friends Sh*t, long as she down, I'm up B*t*h, don't ask my name—I'm doggy (*Woof*, yeah) Get the head twice, don't call me (Yeah) Heard she got fire, I'm stalking (Yeah) Beat her a** down in the office Make her hit the highway with beans (Yeah) Lean, weed, drank B*t*h run off, get painted (Yeah) Ex was a ho; we ain't (Yeah) Turn Blood, n***a—yeah, b*t*h, he can't Gotta pay me to park—no sh*t, I'm famous N***a like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the air (Yeah) Make her keep goin', then put in her hair (Yeah) Link one-twenty, lil' ho, these carats (Yeah) Bros over hoes, ayy, b*t*h, we sharin' Three-eight for the 'Rari—what they want for the 'Claren? I just bought the truck, I'm sayin' (Yeah, skrrt, no cap) Heard you wanna f**k, take chances (Come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (Yeah) Yeah, two hundred in chains, I'm dancin' (B*t*h, yeah) F**k a n***a ho—she was friendly (Ho, rat) Own five cars, none rented (None of 'em) None of these b*t*hes came tinted (None of 'em) Ask around—who run the city? (Me) (You know who runnin' the city) Part III I was just runnin' in the streets (Running the city) Me and my brother We both had an onion a piece (Both had an ounce) Starin', I'm clutchin' my yeek (Hold up, Flex on that b*t*h) Look two more seconds Get deadly when f**kin' with me (FOREVEROLLING) Turned all my brothers to beasts (yeah) Whether they want it or not I'ma cut 'em a piece (Yeah, you know I'ma cut 'em a piece) I keep my gun when I'm sleep Double the number—a hundred ain't nothin' Two hundred, you done in a week Who wanna run into me? They really runnin' from beef Scared to go get somethin' to eat (Yeah) Can't even order in peace Once, it was war with no peace (Bop, bop, bop, bop) Remember it vividly, we hit up four in a week Who brought more order than me? (Bop, bop, bop, bop) Gave you a purpose In March, stuck around, help you work it I never said I was perfect, but flawless As soon as you changed up And fall like the leaves at the end of the August I hit it twice, and he bought it Opened her mouth and she caught it Walkin' this sh*t like I talk it (Yeah, yeah) Smoke with me, n***as be coughin' (Yeah) Face 'em, we put 'em in coffins First murder with a revolver And I did it on my lonely Big Gee, the one and only Big Gee, the one and only, man Know what I'm saying? I ain't got no skeletons in my closet, n***a Real street n***a, no flaw, flawless You know what I'm saying? You n***as just cowards, man And we stood on this sh*t—still standing on this sh*t N***as still getting hit Play if you want, fool, you'll see the snake pit Get your face hit B*t*h n***a
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