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raw favelli - cold product lyrics

it’s f-a-v-e double-l-i
uhh

verse

done waiting think it’s safe to say the time is now
i done freed up my money, ain’t no tie me downs
i got rid of all my b-tches yea i’m movin on
2020 in a different zone
zone 6 was love baby you know i’ll be back
yea, when i pull up on her she have heart attack
pop up on her in a fit that my ferarri match
i ain’t neva home but you know where my heart is at
like oops
daygo let em loose
drop the top down on her i been getting money proof
car ain’t got no roof
to tell y’all hoes the truth
i know if imma do her the second i’m introduced
let her catch a lyft with uber n-gga i don’t have to scoop
cuz second time around you can bet she’s old news
so no need move the coupe
cuz that thing too tough
every detail planned out boy, this ain’t no luck

[chorus]

sprintin’ towards the mmmsss, and that’s facts
runnin’ to the paper n-gga, put him on wax
you can bet its dtrap, told a n-gga relax
hop up in the benz, b-tch i’ll be back

shorty really aged, she’s cold product
might need me a new thang, with no mileage
i done got fly n-gga, no co-pilots
i would never fold under pressure, i’m too solid

bridge

i’m too solid
i would never fold under pressure i’m too solid
yeahh
she cold product
she think that she got it
she lost it, she cold product
verse

look how it’s been wrote
cayman on a boat
pinned against the ropes
now my chain keeps me a float
still the money change the broke
different strokes for different folks
promise never switch up realist sh-t i never wrote
gimme my cut off the tinnop
pulled up in the drinop
feeling like a m-th-f-cka better really ninot
float my n-gga stack, dice game he bet a kninot
made ya girl climax and that’s the m-th-f-ckin synops
8 ball ap don gon pimpin
mouth piece dave i should be ya local dentist
smokin loudpack b-tch can’t finish her sentence
hit her with the mac, blue cheese, and the spinach
don’t know how react i done knocked her off her pivot
hit it till she ko
i stay on my jo
met the plug out on rodeo, then go to venice
show face up at lennox
imma gettin money menace

[chorus]

n-gga sprintin towards the mmmsss, and that’s facts
runnin to the paper n-gga put him on wax
you can bet its dtrap, told a n-gga relax
hop up in the benz, b-tch i’ll be back

shorty really aged, she’s cold product
might need me a new thang, with no mileage
i done got fly n-gga, no co-pilots
i would never fold under pressure i’m too solid

- raw favelli lyrics

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