paroles de chanson Cold Winter - lilsmitty

Just an emotional baggage that you give me
And boy I'm tired of the fact that you don't even miss
E.M. Martin's a run it big, boy
E.M. Martin's a run it big, boy
It get real when they cut lights and all them diamonds out
He got a blicky, he toting a perky, them niggas don't know about
He tryna air it out, them niggas that smokin' his property still tryna bang it out
It ain't no coppin' out, it's kill or be killed, it probably ain't buggin' bout

The fuck did I think about
I was never no ho back then, I don't need it now
I need a bigger mouth
Smokin' these throats, now she can depend on my mouth
So we gon' make it out
I need a hundred M's for my bank account
The fuck did I figure it out
Niggas is wearin', niggas not movin' round
My niggas livin' wild
All that stuff brushin' hair like, whoa, she got me thinkin' now
I hit the floor, I pray to God, life is on take me now
And that shit hit hard, that shit blind me like stars
Can't take this pain no more
Can't take this pain no more
Got me hittin' up the bro like, yo, K
Let's go get packed, payin' fifty for a eighth
Let's go get straight
Me and bro do this for days, this shit gon' pass
I swear to God, we gon' be straight
We gon' be straight
Cold winter, it's gon' be a cold winter
Cold winter, I said I'm packin', I'm rollin
I'm livin' cold, cold winter
In the streets where it's mighty, gon' get you
Cold, cold winter, cold, cold winter, man

It get real when they cut lights and all them diamonds out
He got a blicky, he toting a perky, that niggas don't know about
He tryna air it out, them niggas that smokin' his property
Still tryna bank it out, it ain't no coppin' out
It's kill or be killed, the problem ain't bout him bout

It's a cold winter, I'm on call, send him
I'm on the road with all my bros, they say we real
Don't break that code or you gon' die, we ain't no damn beginners
If we gon' slide and you ain't speak, you ain't that top spinner
Just grab your coat and drive that wheel, cause we bout to send it again
And me and bro twinning again, we got a lil' chop back fin
We just a fin and I can, we got him pretending again
Don't make me go press him again, cause I'ma go in for the win
We gon' in for it, we got dark tours
I ain't no dirt, I'm gon' go slide if you tryna kill my mans
But bro, for perky again, and it be fuckin' all plans up
I got the guy that'll hands up, tell him I'm free, red bands up

It get real when they cut lights and all them diamonds out
He got a blicky, he toting a perky, that niggas don't know about
He tryna air it out, them niggas that smoke on his property still tryna bank it out
It ain't no coppin' out, it's kill or be killed, that's probably what I'm talkin' bout