Cold

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Okay
 Coldest nigga alive, I'm so cold
 You niggas get on my nerves, you're so old
 Easy, yeah, alright
 I baited my whip in the vid like a prick, now I'm carless (cold)
 Now it's a Uber ting, I've still got this regardless (cold)
 Who? What? Them man there? Nah, them man are harmless (cold)
 I just went to the park with my friends and I charted (wow)
 I have never been a victim, never been a target (cold)
 The girls love this shit, yeah, they love it like Barfest (cold)
 #Merky the label and I'm coming like Darcus (cold)
 I was on the roads when Giggs made "Talkin' Da Hardest" (wow)
 Look, rudeboy, done him on sight
 One time, check two, bun him on sight
 Niggas ain't brave, I can't see it on your face
 Let me tell you 'bout the days I was running on a hype like
 Who are you? Where you been? Where your snow line?
 Where your stacks? Where your strap? Where your crow line?
 Big pump, don't stunt when it's showtime
 Kinda funny how I didn't need a cosign
 Shut your mouth, you ain't squeezing (aye)
 Pussy boy, I just leave him (aye)
 I've been cold the whole season (aye)
 I should call my next one "Freezing"
 Touch the mic, then just wheel him
 You man have got too much feelings
 Late night, I'm at Mac-D'sing
 Filet-o-Fish and I'm breezing (skrrrrrrt)
 Ain't dropped nothin' for a minute, I'm fine (cold)
 Roll to the booth, then I bill it with rhymes (cold)
 Know a couple OGs that are living off crime (cold)
 But a young black boy made a milli' off grime (wow)
 So tell Boris Johnson, "Suck your mum, we don't care"
 (We don't care, bruv)
 And tell them riot feds, "Oi, buss your gun? You won't dare"
 (You won't dare bruv)
 All my young black kings rise up, man, this is our year
 And my young black queens right there
 It's been a long time coming, I swear
 If you don't turn this up, it's no fun
 You ain't heard of us? You're so dumb
 Can't be scared of pussy-hole youts
 You can have your burner tucked, I won't run
 You can have all the hype, I won't dust
 You can send all you like, you won't buss
 Man can't bluff me out, I call bluffs
 Them boys get fucked about and call us
 Crikey
 "Oh my god, it's big Mikey!"
 Cut the whip, it's so pricey
 I should call my next one "Icy"
 Touch the mic and get lively
 Don't draw me out, I asked nicely
 Do the road and do wifey
 I wonder why they don't like me
 Cah' I'm...
 Cold, cold, cold
 Right now everyting's cold as a cold, cold summer
 Cold, everyting's cold
 #Merky 20-shh
 I've been cold the season
 I should call my next one "Freezing"
 I've been cold the season
 I should call my next one "Freezing"
 I've been cold the season
 I should call my next one "Freezing"
 I've been cold the season
 I should call my next one-easy
 

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Duration
02:36
Key
1
Tempo
138 BPM

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