Testo The Cold Room - S3-E6 - S Dog feat. Tweeko & Mixtape Madness
Testo della canzone The Cold Room - S3-E6 (S Dog feat. Tweeko & Mixtape Madness), tratta dall'album The Cold Room - S3-E6
I guess you wonder where I've been, been
Where I've
I searched to find the love within, love within, love within
I came back to let you know, know, know
Got a thing for you (Yo)
Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know?
It sounds cold
I holla'd Tweeko, "Let's get a cold young don"
He said, "S dog, that's no problem" (Grrah)
Bro show how it's done up north
Mush, where do I start? Yo, kids make life
From creeping kеns with grips and torches
Dealers in Porsches, rеload bigger than mortgages
Graft 'cah we don't want life to be rah
See man as a kid, growing up with nothing (Baow, baow)
So I spend little P 'cah you can't take money to your coffin (Yo)
Two flavours deep, I'm coughing
Deep in the rave and I'm two-bit dropping
Fresh new TNs, you know that I'm copping (Ha)
Dog off the leash and there ain't no stopping
No more fend topping, but we still brick chopping
I spent racks in shopping (Grrah)
Now I stand by the white rose (Ja)
I got picked for this life, weren't chose (No)
Men make money, then bang it in the nose
Every kid on this state is hot on their toes
We don't speak to police, it's the rule, just how it goes (Ha)
And if you do, it's your own fault when your door blows (Woo)
Make money, then put it in watches and go
Kick back with the zoot all day, make drinks, no Starbucks (Ha)
There were days when I didn't have shit, I were broke
I were known on the road as a crook
But I still give P to my daughter, I couldn't give a fuck (Baow)
Man heard my name and they got shook
Man go about like a tuk-tuk
Raging gyal coulda got fucked, chucked, then ducked (Haha)
Now I got a sunyi, I feel elevated
I don't rep these, but I hope that the boys don't get relegated (No)
New contracts already celebrated
Word of a crop, no hesitating
No waiting about, my lad get the team straight in
Get the harvest chopped and weighed in (Haha)
I make racks off a feature, 450
Still active, food comes quickly
Bud comes tenner and my throat so tickly
Yeah, the flavour's sweet, but sickly
Fuck with my Z and I will end man quickly
Swiftly, straight at your front door, bro, you won't miss me
End of the big ting glistening, two shells loaded
Bang from the hip and I still won't miss him
Man'll go missing, yo
Bally on my head, I am active
Boy on the block, I am captain
Blacked out, head to my toe, get it cracking
Long nose, spin, who will slap it?
PC, we don't chat, handle the shit, it will wrap it
We drive erratic, stolen weed from the attic
The boys on tie-ups that ain't got the code, they will crack it
Get the loot and they're dashing
Summertime comes, I'm a four-stroke bandit (Baow)
I've lost count of the times that the
Beam has come and I've scrammed it
Boys on the two-stroke power banding
I wish that the judge frees the boys off the landing
Here for the P, no ramping
Name's in the limelight, I don't do ranting (Haha)
Some of the boys love thotties and lamping
I love graft and work stamping (Baow)
I'm a B-O-double-S don like Hugo
Man wanna talk my name, but they're not
Worth the shit on my shoe, bro (Nah)
Yeah, I come up in the hardest way, what do you know? (Yo)
I'm old school like Ludo
As a kid, got battered and bruised, yo
Yeah, we don't play games, no Cluedo (Baow)
Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know?
It sounds cold
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Writer(s): Shamshard Khan
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