Gucci Mane – Cold (feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It) [ Lyrics ] Letra Gucci Mane Gucci Mane – Cold Lyrics
Thinking ‘bout them cold nights
Cold, sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin’ but cold food, they let me out that cold jail
Damn
Soon as I touched down I had to give them folks hell
Yeah
Took off all them jail clothes, showered off that jail smell
Yeah
I don’t need no wishing well, I’ma buy my bitch Chanel
Keep it real, she paid the bail, kept it player, no kiss and tell
Shout out to the cartel, fuck the opps, they called twelve
I been trapping since twelve, selling nicks and bricks and bales
Narcotics and plenty sales, glass bowls and pocket scales
Skrrt
Burglar bars and cameras before my life was glamorous
Huh
I shine like a camera
Shine, I kicked all the amateurs
556’s damage ya
Hot, we don’t tote no Derringer
Hot
Go check the thermometer
Hot, we bloodied the furniture
We hit at his momma house, I heard it woke his momma up
Mom
I’ma keep the chopper tucked, run up if you think you tough
Cha-cha
Playing with all that funny stuff, they found his body in the bluff
Ha
Poker face, we never bluff
Play with them, don’t play with us
Nah
We got toys like Toys R Us, the chop’s 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
Grah
Thinking ‘bout them cold nights, sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin’ but cold food, they let me out that cold jail
Yeah
Soon as I touched down I had to give them folks hell
What’s up, Wop?
Took off all them jail clothes, showered off that jail smell
Look, look, look
Bounced out of the BOP, still toting that stick on me
I got it
All these hoes tryna fuck
What?, I ain’t giving no dick for free
At all
All these people want a show
What?, need that bag COD
I need it
All these lil’ slick posts, say that shit to me in the streets
Smashed all my old beef, smashed out my old teeth
One by one I’m coming to collect from everybody that owe me
Everybody
Real killers, they know me
They know, real street niggas mold me
Better be able to see your hands you ever try to approach me
Let me see, nigga
Feds got me burnt out, still a little institutionalized
Damn
Nigga, that shit was real, seen niggas stabbed to death right before my eyes
B-Gizzle and Gucci Mane, you know this shit gon’ ride
Free [?] fed niggas might start a riot
Thinking ‘bout them cold nights, sleeping in that cold cell
If it’s up, it’s stuck, nigga
Eating nothin’ but cold food, they let me out that cold jail
They can’t kick ‘em up, nigga
Soon as I touched down I had to give them folks hell
If it’s up, it’s stuck, nigga
Took off all them jail clothes, showered off that jail smell
They can’t kick ‘em up, nigga
Mike Will, B-Gizzle, Gucci Mane
This what the streets wanted to hear
This shit too real
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