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yamine - cold summer lyrics

(intro: yamine)
yeah, yamine, we getting mane, it’s gone be a cold summer

(pre-hook: yamine)
it’s cold outside in the middle of august
back up in july it was snowing over coffins
n-gg-s caught the heat
and they all live in new orleans
born in the streets
gotta fight just for water

(verse 1: yamine)
i pull up in a drop top with a new b-tch
yeah that’s how i live (yeah yeah)
shout out to all my n-gg-s
in the trenches just grind and live (live live)
ain’t no reason to catch no beef, don’t seek
just mind yo biz (mind it)
cause if you catch the heat, them bullets will spray
in the grave you dig (digging)
man i don’t wanna see you on a new t-shirt (nope)
i wanna see you alive so let’s go to church (pray)
if you don’t wanna die then let’s go praise (the lord)
yes god will protect, and keep all enemies away (true)
i wanna see you grind
and all my homies eat (true)
get up outta school and stay out da streets (get out)
live up to the fullest and ignore all the evil (ignore)
all them fake n-gg-s is the same ones pullin triggers (gunshots)
the same ones talkin smack, (yeah bro)
sneak dissin behind yo back (yeah bro)
they see you showing out and just jealous they ain’t that (yup)
they sleeping in the code, there’s no way you going back (nope)
a life full of cash and your dreams are full of facts (yeah bro)

(hook: yamine)
it’s cold outside in the middle of august (yeah bro)
back up in july it was snowing over coffins (you know it)
n-gg-s caught the heat
and they all live in new orleans (hey)
born in the streets
gotta fight just for water (hey) (repeat)

(verse 2: yamine)
n-gg-s bet too much
n-gg-s flex too much
knowing that you ain’t got bread, n-gg- owe him lunch
now you in debt and have a bounty
watch your back he’s coming
stop frontin
keep running
knowing one day you gonna stop and take a breath
now them bullets is running
should’ve never ran yo mouth boy you dealing with the devil
he got his finger to the metal
pullin triggers just to settle
it’s a cold summer, but on christmas it’s hot
all this sh-t is backwards and you still not gonna stop
you had a bad b-tch but turns out that hoe a thot
you smoking weed that pot, mess you stressin h-lla lot
now you gotta bag and you know you bout to drop it
turn this sh-t around and start all the hydraulics

[interlude]
man f-ck all the talk things need to stop and people need to change man, we can’t keep living like this

- yamine lyrics

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