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Cold Hearted
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Aye, turn that b*t*h up glory N***as fake transparent, you n***as see through N***as fake transparent, you n***as see through They might just label me a crip, the way I bleed blue You n***as fake transparent, you n***as see through They might just label me a crip, the way I bleed blue You n***as fake transparent, you n***as see through They might just label me a crip, the way I bleed blue It ain't that lil' n***a, it's 'cause I'm cold hearted This red dot on the Choppa, get your skull parted I went to trial, and they judged me I don't like people I keep a hammer on my waist, no I don't fight people Thes? hollow tips lookin' like sharks, I make 'em bit? people Now go ahead step out of bounds and get your life reaper I don't know 'bout you, but n***a I'm gon' die 'bout my respect Better think before you run off, boy don't die about this check And shorty left me at my lowest, I ain't f**king with my ex I tried to kick her out the door, but I'm addicted to her sex And as a plus, she let me f**k when I need a nut She said she need me, only mean it when I'm in her guts This ain't no love, this more like lust, and girl there ain't no us I used to want you, now it's f**k you b*t*h you turned to dust I heard they hit him in his neck, and put that n***a in his sleep If they ever ask me questions, then I'm lying to them people I got my brothers 'till I die, so you know I'm my brother's keeper All this pain that I done been through, turned a n***a to a reaper If you live the life I live, can't make no accidents 'Cause if they catch you, than the judge give you the maximum Youngin's turn you to a body, if you lackin' n***a I know some n***as that caught homi's and still rattin', n***a You n***as fake transparent, you n***as see through They might just label me a crip, the way I bleed blue It ain't that lil' n***a, it's 'cause I'm cold hearted This red dot on the Choppa, get your skull parted I went to trial, and they judged me, I don't like people I keep a hammer on my waist, no I don't fight people These hollow tips lookin' like sharks, I make 'em bite people Now go ahead step out of bounds and get your life reaper Wanna see me cut up like I'm karma, b*t*h then push that b***on Ask 'em what happened to that pu**y b*t*h, when they killed my brother Ask 'em what happened to that pu**y b*t*h, when they killed my cousin B*t*h so don't you speak on that, these shotta's they gon' tweak for that Thirty-four babies, they hit that b*t*h in more than 34 places And I promise that's just a message, b*t*h there's more where that came from My shotta's reckless, they get up close and let up they angle Stand over that lil n***a, tell him this is for Gabriel And got karma on my side, so I don't trip The first one we catch get packed, don't give a f**k 'bout who he with Only gettin' who we came for Run down with a chop, but this b*t*h ain't gon' spit no paint balls Said ain't givin' pa**es, don't give a f**k 'bout what he ain't on Shouldn't have took drugs from me Still can hear his voice, big brodie they don't got no love for me Wonder if I die right now, who really gon' go nuts for me And finish what we started, can't name no one goin' harder You n***as fake transparent, you n***as see through They might just label me a crip, the way I bleed blue It ain't that lil' n***a, it's 'cause I'm cold hearted This red dot on the Choppa, get your skull parted I went to trial, and they judged me, I don't like people I keep a hammer on my waist, no I don't fight people These hollow tips lookin' like sharks, I make 'em bite people Now go ahead step out of bounds, and get your life reaper
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