Testo Cold Summer - Jeezy
Testo della canzone Cold Summer (Jeezy), tratta dall'album Pressure
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon' ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I'm 'bout to fuck it up, I'm ballin' like Tee
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
Hey how you comin' down? In a rose gold Hummer
Might be a chinchilla, it gon' be a cold summer
Got it snowin' in the city I'm 'bout to change the weather
So many birdies in this bitch, thought I was seen feathers
So many pussies hating on me, I just want the love
Hottest niggas in the city me and Mr. Rugs
Young niggas paper'd up that's straight from water whippin'
Hey, between me and you the wrong trippin'
Two 50 in my pocket, I'm a walking lick
Went crazy at the lot bitch I'm a lunatic
My nigga Blu got secrets he will never tell
Free Bale, yeah you know he see me with the scale
Indicator like I'm Mike, I'm fucking around with Jody
One time for raw, seen it at my fucking wardie
One time for Ross go tell 'em free the goat
Tell him in the 305, bitch I'm in on a boat
Got a 100 in my pocket, Free T. White
Two mill' on wheels and they all white
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon' ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I'm 'bout to fuck it up, I'm ballin' like Tee
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
Hey bro, come on, what you're in?
In a rose gold Hummer
Might be a chinchilla, it gon' be a cold summer
Hit that cookie money on my Oakland shit
40 on a nigga I blow this bitch
When I shoot I don't miss or I net that bitch
Fuck her quick on the first night, I barely met that bitch
Too much money on me, bring that firepower
Knife on the chopper they think that Michael Myers got 'em
The rap fold I'ma go platinum still
'Cause I put my deal money in the blow, crack and pills
I'm from Detroit, baby that's a wild city
Hop on to that block party give the crowd 50
Aye Dex, when I hear that huh I know I hit it
I know I hit it, I still fuck with Paid Will, Dada winnin'
Peezy and Pay let's come together this our city
Jeezy in the A, he fuck with Meech that's our nigga
Rest in Peace to Great Lake Ruler Darnell Lindsay
Still hit the kitchen to whip, Chef Boyar-Grizzley
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon' ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I'm 'bout to fuck it up, I'm ballin' like Tee
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
Hey how you comin' down? In a rose gold Hummer
Might be a chinchilla, it gon' be a cold summer, scurr
Credits
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Jay W. Jenkins, Keith Lenard Miller, Terry Sanchez Wallace
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