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a star & c malone - cold in the summer lyrics

think hard
i’m trying line him like a sim card
neck deep man i’ve been scarred
you know i had to use it and discard
can’t trap in my local i been barred

name certi’ from young, man, i gripped stars
snitch on the cl!ck ahhh
he better do himself like hitler
police documents, no comment on the scripture
came out of jail to 6 cars
what account today? like a magician pick cards

lil boy no daddy l’m the picture
raise on smoke like rizla
out here till my kids calm
so my kids can’t
summer 2016 just me and my spinner
love that burner i miss her
feds destroyed her
and i had to get her sister
so many times i needed a kick start
me in a dark room with a piff sparked
contemplating who i’m taking
out the picture
lifes a movie no pixar
b+tch with a thick ass
she address me as mr
i’m trying hand out these pictures
all she wanna do is go pictures
canadian gooose in the winter
duck duck goose when clip clart
bad boy in my spliffsparked
balllied up on jixar
look sharp better fix up
take this postcode
money on the pick up
big belly rude boy no sit ups
big belly rude boy no sit ups
get my money fast gotta double
got my weight up
weren’t worried bout my muscle
weren’t the one getting troubled
i was in trouble
so many nights
had me sat in tolepuddle
got me thinking bout the come up
belly of the best
but i got to feed my brother
and true the runners run man
i gotta feed the runners
i watch these ++++ close
have to know who’s among us
ill turn sh+t cold in the summer

let it rain in the heat
i came in discreet
that’s a stain
u can’t clean with no bleach
u ain’t been caged with the beast
what a shame if he speaks
man i guess he went raised by the gs
all my brudda came here to feast
pack or a verse exchange it with ps
take with a please
airplane changing degrees
i touch down anywhere arrange me heat
just to stay on me feet
38 snub gotta stay in my jeans make sure exchanges are clean
cleanest hearts tell my ++++
don’t change up on me
you either play in this sh+t
or you get played by the street and mistake turned to lesson
stay real and they not present
no question i had
my bro thu his sentence
it was us agents
the world with these weapons
got em i’ll get him
ether way i ain’t
preying for repentance

get my money fast gotta double
got my weight up
weren’t worried bout my muscle
weren’t the one getting troubled
i was in trouble
so many nights had me
sat in tolepuddle
got me thinking
bout the come up
belly of the best
but i got to feed my brother
and true the runners run man
i gotta feed the runners i watch these ++++ close
have to know who’s among us
i’ll turn sh+t cold in the summer

- a star c malone lyrics

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