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conejo - cold lyrics

[verse 1]
i got the strap on my side
as i glide through the west
3 cell phones
to connect with the rest
here come the count down
4,3,2,1
hit your corner
see the target
and i’ll bust my gun
my visions zero
i’m like robert deniro
in that goodfella movie
ese that’s my hero
so all you busters
can’t see me
cus i’m on another level
where them gangsters be
so i’m sticking
to the g code
and when i step to the mic
it’s always pisto
fortaleco
ese con la yerba
i blow out smoke
then i enter the celva
with generations of villains
that stay close to the weapon
ese no hesitation
all it take is a second
you done f-cked up
if it come to that
cus they enter through your chest
and they exit your back

[chorus 2x]
when i start to do
the things i do
streets know i’m cold
cold, cold, cold

[verse 2]
that’s what it be like man
when you join a gang
vatos come out with the uzi
and let it rang
la carretera
al infierno
demons posted at the entrance
holding up them cuernos
y se acaba
todo el parke
where i’m slanging dope
at hoover parke
foo’s crazy
i’m know in toda parte
muthuf-cker wanna roll
y les ago un desastre

[chorus 2x]
when i start to do
the things i do
streets know i’m cold
cold, cold, cold

[verse 3]
i give a gat
to baby boy in the back
move in silence
and throw up that rag
that’s a bloodbath
that’s about to jump off
cus it’s about to trigger several molotov’s
sininster waiter
got the frequency
66 point 6 for that felony mix
mas te vale
que te borres
sharp shooter in the truck
honde sea que corres

- conejo lyrics

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