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Paroles de la chanson Kold Shoulder par Lil Crix

[Lil Crix]
(Hmm, ATM)
Mm-mm
(Muddi Gold)
Ayy
Out here, out the way (Chubby goin' crazy, fool)
Yeah, go
Mm, mm-mm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What I say, nigga?

[Lil Crix]
Itchin' for response, so I'ma give his ass the cold shoulder
Kidnap his brother, send him up just like a roller coaster

PB&J, a purple Drac' with a brown holster
Keep it special K like BLP, but I am not Kosher

[Lil Crix]
I shot him from afar, but walked him down, so I just got closer
That nigga ain't even a trapper, he's a faker, he's a damn poser
Nigga, I'm on track and I'm the train, nigga, move over
Maybach truck with a chauffeur, this ain't no Range Rover
Bitch, I'm slidin' on your BM, I'm 'bout to scoop her
Them niggas never had no cars, they takin' Ubers
I like a ho that cook and clean, I talk to cougars
Shot a nigga with a Drac', ain't with the Ruger, uh

New compressor on the switch, so it won't make a sound
Them niggas smokin' Blacks, bitch, I'm out here rollin' loud
How dare a nigga play
Pooh Sheisty, I'ma shoot the crowd (Pooh Sheisty)
I brought an extra stick in case I need an extra round (Round)

[Lil Crix]
Itchin' for response, so I'ma give his ass the cold shoulder
Kidnap his brother, send him up just like a roller coaster
PB&J, a purple Drac' with a brown holster
Keep it special K like BLP, but I am not Kosher

[BLP Kosher]

Water, uh, uh (Um)
When Jew Sheisty died, they thought it was over
But that shit ain't over
How them fuckboys green? Grab a four-leaf clover

[BLP Kosher]
Draco came from Colorado, don't be bold, jit, I'm bolder
He was loafin' like it's all Gucci, knocked him out his loafers
Jit slid, his ass sore, get that boy a foam roller
Sheisty used to get them clips too, that boy a storm roller
Knocked shit out the park like Babe Ruth, you think them bars sweet
Gas prices never really mattered, we pullin' up on feet

Dude pressed, grab a Smash Burger if it's really beef
The opps gon' touch the mantle, Earth's crust to all them boys beneath
I got two rounds, Jackie Tohn, Lowanda
See you, then I ran off, Boonk Gang, John Gabbana
What's in my Hawaiian shirt? I tuck the Tommy, no Bahama
Only way to go is two L's, fuckin' with that llama
Get, get to Florida, hop up off the plane, it feel like a sauna
Wody 'bout to blow the roof off, that boy a fuckin' bomber
Smith & Wesson, shit, I'm a knight in shinin' armor
Hangin' out inside your bushes, yeah, them boys some real gardeners

[Lil Crix]
Itchin' for response, so I'ma give his ass the cold shoulder
Kidnap his brother, send him up just like a roller coaster
PB&J, a purple Drac' with a brown holster
Keep it special K like BLP, but I am not Kosher

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