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• Artiste: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
• Titre: Cold Killers
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I'm the one who did it wit’ my click and I ain't fuck wit' niggas I’m that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit' cold killers I'm that boy that made 'em go wack four, I don't like those niggas Got these ho's on my trial and you know I don't show no feelings I ain't alright, lil daddy They tried to play me, tried to snake me And this my life, lil daddy And how I feel, you tried to take it This a whole thirty clip, bitch you gon’ take it I don’t understand a war about some pussy niggas hatin' Talk to my momma on a jake call, no bond, I had to lay down I’m in a stolen whip while ridin' 'round Me and Ten, wit' a hundred rounds Head bust, how that boy was found Spray that strap, now turn in there Tell ’em, "Get the fuck up out my way, cause it's my turn now" Babygirl said I'm her favorite now, ok, I'm wit' that I'm with DJ while he drunk, and I'm still young, I still drink that I'ma turn up when I come, and whеn I leave up in a Maybach Money comin' up in bundlеs, bitch don't try me I be on that, I dump that I'm the one who did it wit' my click and I ain't fuck wit' niggas I'm that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit' cold killers I'm that boy that made 'em go wack four, I don't like those niggas Got these ho's on my trial and you know I don't show no feelings I got the money counter, lil baby [?] We be wreckin' shit soon as I come, whole click straight dumb Shoot the huh, fill it wit' the whole drum Keep both of my pocket's filled wit money, they can't hold nothin' Spin the bitch, I bet that we fold somethin', yea I ain't sparin' shit, spray it, fuck the boy, my brother dead Hundred thousand in my jacket pocket, and I got on sweats And you still can't fuckin' tell if I was walkin' wit' that tech But you know I'm totin' five, tote dirty sticks and dirty nine's Hit 'em wit' that face shot, bop, that's a cold smile Caught that boy tryna leave his show, e-way, that's me slangin' iron Want to kill me, but they takin' time Dumb stupid fuck, I take his mind I'm the one who did it wit' my click and I ain't fuck wit' niggas I'm that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit' cold killers I'm that boy that made 'em go wack four, I don't like those niggas Got these ho's on my trial and you know I don't show no feelings Youngin' turnt up on them jiggaboo's You know that he will shoot at you Ridin' in a coupe, wit' my dude, that's my [?] We caught like two bodies, he a shotta, he a step on you They know what the fuck we do, got a video, we shoot to shoot Take his legs off, take his hands off (Bown, bown) Whip my burner out, now he scared now, calm down Grab that nigga, get gunned down, bitch bang Still got the top off when the sun down Bitch, we ain't the same I'm the one who did it wit' my click and I ain't fuck wit' niggas I'm that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit' cold killers I'm that boy that made 'em go wack four, I don't like those niggas Got these ho's on my trial and you know I don't show no feelings