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snake vnm - flow cold lyrics

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[chorus]
flow cold and there’s no warming it

write a story, better call a journalist

knew some youngens who were less fortunate

no aau, no tournaments

age six, he got kicked out his momma’s house
after that, he went straight to the jailhouse

for selling crack, he was just chasin’ that sack

you know that he will come back

[verse 1]
got a new whip, it is jet black

just like my gun, it got kick+back

if i see you, go full blown attack

you mess with me, theirs no turning back

if i catch you lackin’ i will start blowing

and where i’m from, watch what you throwin’

always know where you are, i am allknowing

if i see you, you better get going

he was just sixteen years old at thе time
turned to g+ngb+nging to pass all the timе

jut like his father, pop out with his 9mm

move like a ninja, he dodgin’ that time

stay on the grind, yeah he work overtime

stay up all night just to find the right rhyme

he just like brady, keeps droppin’ them dimes

he come in clutch when it comes to showtime

i will never leave the house without my strap

you mess with me then you bouta get clapped

look at our roster, man yeah it is stacked

eleven d1 players to be exact

if you a snitch, then you can’t ride with me

you know that i only trust family
and we all know that’s something that’s agreed

that way our money will stay guaranteed

[chorus]
flow cold and there’s no warming it

write a story, better call a journalist

knew some youngens who were less fortunate

no aau, no tournaments

age six, he got kicked out his momma’s house

after that, he went straight to the jailhouse

for selling crack, he was just chasin’ that sack

you know that he will come back

[verse 2]
pop out and scare him just like trick+or+treat

leave the man folded outside in the street

if they ask questions, he just fell asleep

without the gang, i’m incomplete

k’ i got fame on my left, and money on my right

i don’t got a choice so i’m leaving tonight

i look at my future, it don’t look too bright

he wanna go, i just said “man alright”

he’d rather die than lose some of his pride

it’s all fun and games til’ you in a gun+fight

you left him, but then you got hit in your thigh

shot him from high ground, hit with the pop fly

hit him with that drive+by, cause’ he was a wise+guy

hit him in the face, yeah i left him cross+eyed

i’m a big fish, he really just a small fry

never out of bullets, got an endless supply

my bro’s my bonnie to my clyde

i know that he’s my ride or die

he’s always with me, he’s my guy

an opp pull up, then he gets fried

upside my 9mm, see me shine

just give me time, i will get signed

just take a look at my new rhymes

i heard i’m great through the grapevine

[chorus]
flow cold and there’s no warming it

write a story, better call a journalist

knew some youngens who were less fortunate

no aau, no tournaments

age six, he got kicked out his momma’s house

after that, he went straight to the jailhouse

for selling crack, he was just chasin’ that sack

you know that he will come back



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