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Gucci Mane – Cold (feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It) [ Lyrics ] Letra Gucci Mane Gucci Mane – Cold (feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It) Lyrics Verse 1: Gucci Mane
Thinking ‘bout them cold nights
Sleeping in that cold cell
Eating that damn cold food
They let me out that cold
Soon as I touched down I had to get them folks hell
Took off all them jail clothes, showered off that jail smell
I don’t need no wishing well, I’ma buy my bitch Chanel
Keep it real, she paid the bill, kept it player, no kiss and tell
Shout out to the cartel, fuck the ops, they called twelve
I been trapping since twelve, selling nicks and bricks and bells
Narcotics and ?, glass bowls and pocket scales
Burglar bars and cameras before my life was glamorous
I shine like a camera, I kept all the ?
556’s damage ya, we don’t tote no ?
? the thermometer, we bloodied furniture
We hid at his momma house, I heard it woke his momma up
I’ma keep the chopper tucked, run up if you think you tough
Playing with all that funny stuff, they found his body in the bluff
Poker face, we never bluff
Play with them, don’t play with us
We got toys like Toys R Us
The chop so long it’s folding up
Where my boys? They rolling up
They look young, they old enough
Hell no, they ain’t old as us
But try us, they gon’ spray your bus
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