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lil 2z - lil 2z - cold shoulder (ft. azchike) lyrics

[verse 1: lil 2z]
n-gg- meet me, we can’t do this through the phone
this n-gg- set up, i can hear it in his tone
lose dog, no collar, i be sniffin’ for them bones
and i dont gotta lie for sh-t, you can go and ask my mom
tell mama i’m a hustler, i get it on my own
she say “you ain’t gotta tell me baby i already know”
its beauty in the struggle but the pain is all i know
but there’s alot of feelings i’ll never never show
it was me and my lil brother we was both sharing a mattress
so much sh-t we been through that i’d wish never happened
everything you hear, dont deserve a f-ckin’ reaction
i just kick my feet up cause all this sh-t keep me laughing

[verse 2: azchike]
i just hit the p with the powder cause he be taxin’
hit his b-tch, another score, another basket
you supposed to be a gangster but you acting like a bad b-tch
swervin’ with a thot, she gon’ f-ck me cause i’m savage
all white, this that bobby and that whitney
f-ck all them rats, all them b-tches actin’ mickey
i don’t beef on the net, tell em come get me
you don’t want this big chop hanging out the bentley, aye
sh-t still wowlin’ out when i’m sober
ballin, hit the gucci store with a floater
she wanna show off so i guess i gotta show her
now that i’m hot, b-tches gettin’ cold shoulders

[verse 3: lil 2z]
it ain’t sh-t to get the chopstick cranking like it’s a motor
i’m in public, with the gang, got a very disturbing odor
started f-ckin’ with ’em drugs, got me moving a little slower
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no squares, not even on my controllers
aye, aye
i finna f-ck her and i dont know her
if she tryna set me up than imma hit her with the blower
b-tch you not even that bad, bring your standards a little lower
(b-tch you not even that bad, bring your standards a little lower)

[verse 4: azchike]
aye
gut a pig with this pooker
i’m balling up in imeneis, tell ’em put me on a poster
my n-gg-s chain hang, what the f-ck is a chocker
gun so hot, the b-tch melt through the holster
b-tch i do it rich, you do it cheap
i be rich when i’m woke and i be rich when i’m sleep, sheesh
put a broke n-gg- on his feet
snooze on me i bring the sleeper where you sleep, n-gg-

- lil 2z lyrics

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