jeezy - cold summer lyrics
yeah, this for all the real n-gg-s man, ya know
woo! yeah (it’s gon’ be a cold summer)
yeah, woo, uhh
go and drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
it just touched down, all you gotta do is sell ’em
and they gon’ ask you questions but you better not tell ’em
girl i’m ’bout to f–k it up, i brought a light 10
a couple bad tings and they all light-skinned
“hey, how you comin’ down?” in a rose gold hummer
wife beater chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer
got it snowin’ in the city, i’m ’bout to change the weather
so many birdies in this b-tch, thought i was seein’ feathers
so many p-ss-es hatin’ on me, i just want the love
hottest n-gg-s in the city, me and mr. rugs
them young n-gg-s paper’d up, that’s straight from water whippin’
hey, between me and you i think the water trippin’
250 in my pocket, i’m a walking lick
went crazy at the lot, b-tch i’m a lunatic
my n-gg- bleu got secrets he will never tell
free bale, yeah you know he see me with the scale
indicator like i’m mike, i’m f–king ’round with jody
one time for raw cena, that my f–king woadie
one time for ross, go tell ’em free the goat
catch me in the 305, b-tch i’m on a boat
got a 100 in my pocket, free t. white
two mill’ on wheels and they all white
go and drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
it just touched down, all you gotta do is sell ’em
and they gon’ ask you questions but you better not tell ’em
girl i’m ’bout to f–k it up, i brought a light 10
a couple bad tings and they all light-skinned
“ay bro pull up. whatchu in?” in a rose gold hummer
wife beater chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer
get-get that cookie money, on my oakland sh-t
40 on a n-gg-, i’ll blow this b-tch
when i shoot, i don’t miss or i net that b-tch
f–k her quick on the first night, i barely met that b-tch
too much money on me, bring that firepower
knife on that chopper, they think michael myers got ’em
the rap fold, i’ma go platinum still
’cause i put my deal money in the blow, crack and pills
i’m from detroit baby, that’s a wild city
hop on at yo block party and give that crowd 50
aye dex, when i hear that “huh”, i know i hit it
i still f–k with paid will, dada winnin’
peezy and pay, let’s come together, this our city
jeezy in the a, he f–k with meech, that’s our n-gg-
rest in peace to great lake ruler darnell lindsay
still hit the kitchen to whip, chef boyar-grizzley (detroit!)
go and drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
it just touched down, all you gotta do is sell ’em
and they gon’ ask you questions but you better not tell ’em
girl i’m ’bout to f–k it up, i brought a light 10
a couple bad tings and they all light-skinned
“hey, how you comin’ down?” in a rose gold hummer
wife beater chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer
let’s go
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