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dirty mike - cold lyrics

hook:
turn cold in a minute i don’t get what i need
bomb head on the couch with my song on repeat
fresh threads top to bottom pair a dunk’s on my feet
homies on speed dial i can trust when i see
turn cold in a minute i don’t get what i need
you don’t wanna see it man, you don’t wanna see it
you don’t wanna see it man, you don’t wanna see it
cold in a minute with my song on repeat

verse:
good kid catch the karma of a bad man
watch your soul turn till it’s black sand
‘cause the reasons buildin up, and the list is gettin long
bout to turn a preacher out into a lap dance
where a couple bad ho’s? like i need that now
i bin workin in the pit i need to see that out
i need to put myself before these other people and drown
any idea i should not be beatin em down, like
oh lord, i’m not prayin to ya no more
i bin playin safe and still it’s no score
i’mma let the kiddies worry bout they own war
while i’m livin it offensive, while i’m swingin for the fences
while i’m livin on the edge let ‘em live it on the benches, like
oh lord
i’m not prayin to ya no more

verse:
leanin outta the whip january the fifth
good kid about to flip like how scary is this
got some boxes need tickin and i’m layin it down
puttin powder in your nose and i ain’t waitin around
boxin out kids suckin life from inside
vampire lifestyle only live to divide
i’m just a piece of a pie in your vision so i
lean back, shed demons fore they scheme on time
cold shoulder these ho’s fore they leave me to dry
just me and my fam on the road to the high
my squad and my circle, my team and my crew
you ain’t in ‘em and i got a frozen heart that’s for you, like

bridge

verse:
i’m a villain to core if you ask me today
‘cause i’m sick of all the corners i keep givin away
till there’s not much more than sliver of sp-ce
box cutter in my grip tryna keep em at bay
i’m just a kid in a cage and defensive my mood
got me locked down screamin and i’m promisin to
turn cold if i catch em ever tresp-ss again
turn cold like a pistol in the palm of a man

outro:
and i’m cold like
f-cker froze in july and i’m cold like
leavin wit no goodbye and i’m cold like
revenge on the side and i’m cold like
leanin’ outta the whip

- dirty mike lyrics

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