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Artiste : Xanman
Titre : Cold Blooded Killa
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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