Lyrics Cold Winter (Freestyle) - TLN

Yeah (Woo)
Uh
I nearly forgot myself man
Woo
I gotta protect my energy (Cold winter)
Yeah
(Cold winter) Uh
(Cold winter)
(Cold winter) Look

Sippin' on white I'm great (Great)
I got 'em all on a wait (Wait)
Niggas still bump my old shit
They don't know what's on the way (Nah)
Many people gotta face me (Uh)
Do it all in my wake (Ooh)
My peers they know I'm the goat (Mbuzi)
Some people they don't want the smoke (Nah)
I carry this shit on my own (Uh)
I do what I want and I do it alone (Uh)
Real nigga to the bone (Yeah)
One seat for the throne
Lotta niggas want it easy (Easy)
Easy come, easy go (Go)
Yeah I gotta let 'em know (Know)
This winter finna be cold (Cold)
Ima touchdown with the heat bro
Couple debuts, yeah I need those
I remember when I was a lame though
Chicks always looked at me sideways (Whoop)
Now these mothafuckin' bitches flabby
And they got kids
Put myself on high game
(Put myself on high game)
High praise
I know that they want me to lose (Lose)
They couldn't walk in these shoes
They don't even know what's up (Nah)
I'm too subtle with the moves
I am way too different (Different)
That is something I choose
They don't do what I do (Nah)
I ain't got a lot to prove (Uh-huh)
Except what I said I would do
These women they take me for granted (Hmm)
I don't think they understand me (Nah)
Couple niggas left me hangin' (Whoop)
Dip off for the winter (Grrt)
Touchdown in the summer (Pow)
Despite my situation (Uh)
I always kept it one hunnid (Hunnid)
I was kicked when I'm down (Down)
So many times lost count (Whoop)
Every time I needed help (Help)
Ain't nobody here around (Nah)
I was so down and out (Uh)
I was fueled by the doubt (Huh)
Just like Riri (Grrt, grrt)
All you fuckin' people finna take a bow
Cold winter I'm a dope spitter
Gotta make it out the fuckin' hood nigga
I'm a big Larnie with the rap nigga
Even in your dreams I'm dope nigga (Yeah)
They can't beat me like load sheddin'
Everybody finna want a hand in it (Whoop)
'Cause I'm gettin' hunnid of the profit ayy
Fill the bank not pocket ayy
Lotta people on hypocrisy
Fake be the new real these days
I'm a real nigga ayy
Thats why I don't got any friends
I closed my circle I'm out for revenge
I cannot deal with the false pretence (Nah)
All of the goin' through hell
Distracted me from pickin' up the pen

Cold winter
Everybody finna hear from me soon man
Everybody gotta face me
Pow