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ramirez - cold hearted lyrics

[intro]
there’s a god in you
sometimes the night is generous to me

[verse: ramirez]
i’m a cold+hearted n+gga, you would think i got the flu
cause you n+ggas f+ck with me, but i don’t even f+ck with you
if i drill a n+gga sh+t, no fate, i’m the [?]
and i only show feelings when i bust a nut in your b+tch
cause that codeine got me numb, so all you hating n+ggas
i don’t even pay no mind, cause y’all just want some attention
like these b+tches, i’m just focused on the riches
gotta keep my eyes on the prize, til’ you realize
that you f+ck n+ggas been missin’ like a free throw from shaq
you rap n+ggas is wack
they tried to copy my style, one of the worst, they copy [?]
so don’t show no love to these busta ass people
cause deep down inside, every motherf+cker evil
angels at heart, demons at mind
that’s spiritual warfare that’ll open your third eye, b+tch

[verse: lvnce sev]
black 9 on my waistline, that ski mask in the nighttime
see the sign that you stuck in that one they sent with the glock 10
cold+hearted mentality, those slugs touch, you cease to breath
see it, lookin’ at all black, vision trapped in reality
alternative with scenery, the blood is thin, he close deceased
severed parts, and ligaments, and feed your bones to f+cking pigs
rest in p+ss, that brother lynch, i’m sick mate, season of the sick
i spit sh+t like tec+9’s, that bullet hits, you will decline
find your purpose for what it’s worth, on god sh+t but we down to earth
smokin’ herb, i meditate, lost soul, searchin’ for faith
i’m blind dead by hatred, but envy this bullet
ridin’ with the strap, fading n+ggas with this full clip
seekin’ life right after death, and more to soul, dg the set
we the f+ckin threat, so y’all better prepare
gather arms, katana blades, it’s warfare, n+gga
[verse: slim law]
katana blade to your f+cking jaw
ride around, disrespect the law
middle finger in the air, screaming out “mane, f+ck em all!”
ride around with the windows low
blowin’ the smoke up out of my nose
plottin’ murders in my head
lvnce, what’s up with your f+cking head?
slim low, in the back, with the 12 gauge
that red dot, and i start to spray
them ak’s don’t f+cking play
hollow tips in that getaway
my eyes low, but i feel no pain
so f+ck what you mean
i’m a cold+hearted n+gga, so don’t f+ck with my team, gods

[outro]
there’s a god in you

- ramirez lyrics

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