Paroles de la chanson Cold Blooded Killa par Xanman

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Paroles de la chanson Cold Blooded Killa par Xanman

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None of y'all niggas not cold, but a stepper, ain't none of y'all killed in the room
I still got a house in the hills I'ma stay in, come around June
My baby asked me where I'm going, "Why you leaving too soon?"
Ice on my neck look like it snow when I want P's in the room
Up the drake, get to hittin' at y'all
Send a diss, get your child involved
Hit it off like a volleyball
Hundred shooters surrounding y'all
A whole lotta niggas say that I switched, Xan looking wild to y'all
Ate me up like a sour straw
This .40 go round applause
You ain't no cold blooded killa, you can ask a nigga
I creep in a cocoon, like a caterpillar
These internet niggas, they ass on twitter
And sum' gonna happen if I go get the drake
I'm uppin' the score, not ???
Got stabbed with a fork, you ate off my plate

Kaydoo and Pede, they some cold blooded killas
I'm giving you a warning now, I'm surrounded by .40s and .9s
Trap one way, set in the trenches, he gotta peek through the blinds
Tenth grade, you ain't reading my mind
I Was there, why you leave me behind, uh
I Just had to stay focused
I Had to park in my pride
Don't leave my love in the open
These niggas say they gon' rob me, gotta be jokin'
Bitch, I'm the shit, like your colon
Smooth, can you get off them opioids
I told that bitch "It's not cable, you can't controllin' shit"
All my niggas got degrees, and I ain't talkin' deodorant
My niggas that got pain inside, sometimes you cannot hold it in
Nigga we was down bad, I could probably rob the homeless
Shoot anybody you rolling with

None of y'all niggas not cold, but a stepper, ain't none of y'all killed in the room
I still got a house in the hills I'ma stay in, come around June
My baby asked me where I'm going, "Why you leaving too soon?"
Ice on my neck look like it snow when I want P's in the room
Up the drake, get to hittin' at y'all
Send a diss, get your child involved
Hit it off like a volleyball
Hundred shooters surrounding y'all
A whole lotta niggas say that I switched, Xan looking wild to y'all
Ate me up like a sour straw
This .40 go round applause

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