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• Artiste: Ibn Inglor
• Titre: Cold Storm
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Living live of a don, I showed my momma How I got these bitches, making all of my commas Bitches all on my dick, right, 'cause I'm the shit, right And I make real shit right and you bring your whole click right Tonight's the night we live life, throw that dress on, make it tight Make it fit, bitch, 'cause you impressing me I'll lose control you keep pressing me This the party of the year, grab the jeep Grab the Porsche, hit the motherfucking gear Grab my motherfucking beer, Soho, Uptown, I rose in a year GawdsSpeed we in here, GawdsSpeed we in here We just took our time, never fear, never fear the roads This path's getting clearer boy, we look in the mirror, boy The fairest in the land, you drop hella late, we don't hear you, boy Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm These bitches lying, why these bitches lying These niggas lying, just keep on lying Why these bitches lying, why they keep on lying Why these niggas lying, why they keep on lying They never sending shots, they never cooking coke in a pot, yeah Whipping in the spot, we shut the whole block down We got the whole lot popping, who the fuck gonna stop me Shit, ain't nobody gonna stop me, shit, I ain't even gonna stop me Bitch, I ain't even done talking, yeah, don't ever interrupt me, nigga I had to deal with a couple niggas that love interrupting niggas Got the whole club bussing, nigga, Juan got the mag and he bussing, nigga 'gardens we don't fuck with niggas, we don't tussle, niggas Straight buckle boy, new wave in the jungle Riding on a bike in a cold storm Cold storm