Cold Lyrics – Nigo Chanel
Singer: Nigo Chanel
Title: Cold
Ha, moncler on my face, this sh#t get cold, ayy, ha
No, i ain’t loving that ho, i pass her to bro
Ayy, i got a pole on me and it’s not for show
Ayy, keep my gun, one thing that i know
She wanna f#ck then i go
I got that bag on me, don’t mean to boast
We gonna burn that boy just like some toast
Arp make a n#gg# hit the floor
Arp make a n#gg# hit the ground
I’m going up like how
She wanna f#ck on me now ’cause a b#tch f#ck with my sound
Oh, that boy, he talking down, we gonna fill him with rounds
{?} but i can turn gram to a pound
He tryna ride on my wave? the f#ck n#gg#, he gotta drown
No, i can’t go out sad
Rocking a goyard bag
Racks in my pants so i sag
n#gg#, i don’t mean to brag
I hit that boy with the blast
Boy, you a punk, that’s fact
Ha, moncler on my face, this sh#t get cold, ayy, ha
No, i ain’t loving that ho, i pass her to bro
Ayy, i got a pole on me and it’s not for show
Ayy, keep my gun, one thing that i know
She wanna f#ck then i go
I got that bag on me, don’t mean to boast
Wе gonna burn that boy just like some toast
Arp make a n#gg# hit thе floor
Arp make a n#gg# hit the ground
I’m going up like how
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