Testo Cold Days - Boosie Badazz feat. Zaytoven
Testo della canzone Cold Days (Boosie Badazz feat. Zaytoven), tratta dall'album Bad Azz Zay
Zaytoven
This for them cold days
When you missin' them real niggas, and them throwaways
Missin' your kids, it make you cry on that bitch
These niggas snitch, we might die in this bitch
I need a cigarette
(Cold days) They say I'm ignorant
(Cold days) Where my lawyer at?
(Cold days) Might be sore, but not-
(Cold days)
Free YB out there motherfucker
They be out there motherfucker
I don't got a chance if they let me out there motherfucker
3C out there motherfucker, my brother, my big pada
Like what he steer, fight 3BG with that gold chop
I know that Coco, but money don't mean shit
Who really love you? Them the questions you dream
You saw the paper, you seein' this shit? Got rid of my ink
People blamin' me for violence but don't know who really spin
I'm talkin' cold days
Rappin' up the shuttle smokin' Joes
While your nigga watch the mirror, this another life
More bad news, more bad news, on another kind
Hope moma handle my money right
'Cause right now my money light
Cold, cold, ain't gonna lie I'm feelin' cold, cold
Feelin's cold, cold, these niggas told so they soul 'mains
Cold, cold, who can I trust? Nobody no
So I'm feelin' cold, cold, in that bit, drove, drove
(Feelin' cold days) They say I'm ignorant
(Cold days) Where my lawyer at?
(Cold days) Might be sore, we're not-
(Cold days)
Shit I'm havin' cold days
Cold, cold, cold days
Baby momas use my child money on the other kid, cold
Homies after me, cold, nigga's screamin' murder, cold
Can't let 'em capture me, so I pray them pain on purp' (cold)
Baggin' that bread, one piece of ham, this that gutter talk
Damn my moma need a new car, shit yeah this that struggle talk
Love is pain, 'cause when someone die who you love
You gon' feel the rain, I miss my daddy
Miss my dog, he died, I held is hand
Turnin' cold like damn, I dead and turnin' cold
Tears in my eyes, overflowin' like the toilet bowl
In this sea of reminiscin' my niggas ain't okay
Do I hear 'em all comin' at me all kind of ways
(I'm talkin' 'bout some cold days) I need a cigarette
(Cold days) They tryna kill a nigga
(Cold days) These niggas against us now
(Cold days) They used to be scared of us
Cold, cold, ain't gonna lie I'm feelin' cold, cold
Feelin's cold, cold, these niggas told so they soul 'mains
Cold, cold, who can I trust? Nobody no
So I'm feelin' cold, cold, in that bit, drove, drove
(Feelin' cold days) Free all them niggas out there, bang
Make 'em free all them niggas out there, pass up they role
My nigga's in Angola doin' life in 50, nigga 30, 60 years
Nigga free G, money nigga, love you nigga
Every dark day gotta brighter day comin' nigga
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Writer(s): Torence Hatch, Xavier Dotson
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