Testo The Cold Room - S3-E2 - Rakz feat. Tweeko & Mixtape Madness
Testo della canzone The Cold Room - S3-E2 (Rakz feat. Tweeko & Mixtape Madness), tratta dall'album The Cold Room - S3-E2
M1OnTheBeat
Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, y'know? It sounds cold
Yo, ayy, yo
Truth of the matter is you're lucky you denied your man (Real shit)
Had a fist fight in the jailhouse kitchen
I licked man down with the frying pan (Baow)
Now, there's a crop house ready to lick
So I had to go stick up the china man (G)
Jump out gang, man rise and tan
Better hope the witness is a silent man (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
To be honest, them guys don't want it (Don't want it)
I sip Maggie, my wine is tonic (That's nice)
I try catch him, the guy's like Sonic (Nyoom)
This beef ain't worth it, I might just done it (Real shit)
So how can I war man that ain't my caliber?
Chase down man, but I ain't got stamina
Roll with a Drac' like I'm straight from Canada
I done been bad, man, I ain't no amateur (I'm sick)
They say I'm a psycho
Niggas are quick to snitch on the five-o (It's mad, whip)
Whip it up, white snow
I can never live off a giro (Baow)
I can never live off a next man (Baow)
Break gyal heart, but still they'll sex man (Real)
Make that cash, man, triple and double it
I'm just tryna make my whole stack expand (Make money, uh, uh)
They wouldn't believe (Uh, uh) the things that I've seen
See a big Rambo, rip out a spleen
And the whole nine bar get whipped like cream
Ask my bro S, we really done jail
We really touched road and really progressed (Real)
My ex don't like me, that's 'cause I know best
I tell her "Shut up, 'cah you got no breast" (Small titty gyal)
Only truth I'm tellin' 'cause I ain't said a lie in my life
That's cap, that's like me tryna say I ain't got hoes
And I'm tryna find me a wife (Hah)
I lack nowadays, don't ride with a knife (Psycho)
'Cah I'm scared if I do, then I might take a life (Real shit)
So I got R2 and he's right by my side
If you press R2, you'll be high in the skies (Baow, baow, baow)
I'm showin' them love, they show me no love
They talk on the 'net, it's different close up (Fuck them)
I just pulled up with them man, post up (Skrr, skrr)
And one got licked down, so rise the toaster (Skrr, skrr)
More time come like everyone snitchin' is normal
OT life got me livin' in Cornwall (Real)
TT white, make the kitties immortal (Shook)
I ain't talkin' no combat, talkin' 'bout hood life
Yeah, man's from that
Say that you been there, nigga, I done that
Anything I cook there never get run back
(Anything I cook there never get run back, I'm sick)
They say I'm a psycho
Niggas are quick to snitch on the five-o (Whip, whip)
Whip it up, white snow
I can never live off a giro
I can never live off a next man
Break gyal heart, but still they'll sex man
Make that cash, man, triple and double it
I'm just tryna make my whole stack expand
Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, y'know? It sounds cold
M1OnTheBeat
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