Текст песни Cold Summer - Mozzy
June,
another
cold
summer,
shooter
gang
doin'
numbers
Cold
gunner,
another
cold
summer
Carry
the
thing
lookin'
like
it
hold
a
whole
hundred
A
whole
hundred,
whole
hundred
Carry
the
thing
lookin'
like
it
hold
a
whole
hundred
Cold
gunner,
another
cold
summer
Carry
the
thing
lookin'
like
it
hold
a
whole
hundred
A
whole
hundred,
whole
hundred
Carry
the
thing
lookin'
like
it
hold
a
whole
hundred
Another
cold
summer,
Shooter
Gang
doing
numbers
Smoking
cherry
pot,
chewin'
raspberry
mambas
Gold
foil
candles,
gonna
fuck
the
homie
bitch
bruh
Real
nigga,
that's
the
only
thing
I
told
the
bitch
Used
to
swerve
stolen
whips
Now
we
in
the
only
whips
Pink
slip,
ownership
Lately
I've
been
on
my
shit
How
we
'posed
to
call
you
big
bruh
and
you
ain't
showed
the
shit
Hit
for
20
P's
and
you
ain't
throw
the
little
homie
shit
Self
incrimination
for
you
statement,
shouldn't
of
told
'em
shit
Sleepin'
in
that
pissy
ass
home,
tank
cold
as
shit
Food
hella
cold
and
shit
Ain't
no
hangin'
on
the
fence
Niggas
really
die
behind
this
politics
you
up
against
Food
hella
cold
and
shit
Ain't
no
bangin'
on
the
fence
Niggas
really
die
behind
this
gangsta
shit
you
up
against
Polluted
oxygen,
lookin'
for
the
opposite
Slidin'
to
the
esophagus,
knockin'
at
your
occupants
Cold
gunner,
another
cold
summer
Carry
the
thing
lookin'
like
it
hold
a
whole
hundred
A
whole
hundred,
whole
hundred
Carry
the
thing
lookin'
like
it
hold
a
whole
hundred
Cold
gunner,
another
cold
summer
Carry
the
thing
lookin'
like
it
hold
a
whole
hundred
A
whole
hundred,
whole
hundred
Carry
the
thing
lookin'
like
it
hold
a
whole
hundred
You
can't
love
me,
can't
yank
nothin'
from
me
Revenue
recovered,
tryna
take
some
from
me
Hit
the
nigga
Skeme
like
"where
you
at?"
Them
niggas
in
Oklahoma
got
pure
Act'
On
top
of
that
I
got
a
couple
of
them
drillin'
with
me
Pray
for
Killer
City,
that's
the
iller
city
I
fuck
with
boo
bang
when
I'm
in
the
city
GPS
on
my
ankle
in
a
different
city
MCM
bookbag,
it's
all
50
in
me
Tear
this
bitch
up
if
they
don't
let
and
my
niggas
in
it
Nigga
fuck
your
baby
momma,
I
ain't
want
the
bitch
Thought
I
locked
her
in
but
double
pump
faked
on
the
bitch
Hell
Gang
ain't
the
gang
you
should
go
against
Double
check
the
door,
he
just
making
sure
it's
appropriate
Lately
I've
been
going
heavy
on
these
opiates
Nowadays
God
watchin'
niggas
you
be
smokin'
with
Cold
gunner,
another
cold
summer
Carry
the
thing
lookin'
like
it
hold
a
whole
hundred
A
whole
hundred,
whole
hundred
Carry
the
thing
lookin'
like
it
hold
a
whole
hundred
Cold
gunner,
another
cold
summer
Carry
the
thing
lookin'
like
it
hold
a
whole
hundred
A
whole
hundred,
whole
hundred
Carry
the
thing
lookin'
like
it
hold
a
whole
hundred
1 Intro
2 So 4Real
3 Cold Summer
4 Million Dollars Skit
5 Brought Up
6 We Gone Slide
7 My Niggas
8 On Top
9 Round and Round
10 Love My Niggaz
11 IDK Shit
12 All Day
13 Activities 2
14 Won't Change
15 Like Me
16 1 Up Top
17 MCM Book Bag
18 Pain Killers
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