​​​​Cold Gangsta Lyrics Yo Gotti ft. EST Gee & 42 Dugg

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​​​​Cold Gangsta Lyrics Yo Gotti ft. EST Gee & 42 Dugg

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Part I

[Intro: Yo Gotti] June The Jenius
Do we want entertainment?
It can’t be fucked with, incorporated
Smack a nigga ass just like a C

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti] I’m on some cold gangsta shit
I might get blocked out the industry (I am)
Ain’t wifin’ no ho, no couple goals (Can’t do it)
Still don’t feel my enemies (I am)
Ain’t squashin’ no beef I’m fryin’ it (Hop out it)
If it’s ’bout the money, I’m tryna it (I’m tryin’, I am)
Price went high, thirty a brick (What ‘evs)
Water went tight, flyin’ it (Whoosh)
Let’s say, “Goodbye” to the ghetto (Hello, hello)
In love with the whips
Nano 200 ho (Real bitch)
What happened to Gates?
[?] the states
I might turn this bitch to the trap though (Skeet)
And there go the neighborhood
Neighbors be busy, ’cause they heard the Lamb’ in the driveway
At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (Sheesh)
It sound like a plane when I drive away
Might put a Rolls on a lawn, fuck it ain’t got no alarm
New Richard Mille on my arm
I’ma kind, you a pawn
I’m a legend, 2Pac, Biggie, big pawn woo, red Quan (I am)
New M’s to the city
Detroit born, Big Shawn (Facts)
I’m on some cold gangsta shit
I got a lil’ bitch on the westside
Couple of hittas from south [?] And a couple of hittas from eastside
I can adapt to the pain
I understand the poverty (Poor)
Why would I let the record label fuck over us
When I did the robberies? (Never gon’ happen)
They told me watch what I say in these raps (Why?)
‘Fore they fuck around, sentence me
And you better watch what you say out your mouth
Whenever you mention me
You not relatable
I’m a street nigga and their not debatable
Tryna buy loyalty, they not available
I got a hundred ’round flick on the AR
Now hold his tableble

Part II

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg] All my bitches bad, tens
Bitch love so what, fuck her
Hold up, we hittin’ the Benz, yeah
Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby)
Yeah motherfucker we friends, yeah
‘Long she down, I’m up, bitch
Don’t ask my name, I’m doggy
Get the head twice, don’t call me
Heard she had fire, I’m stalky
Beat her ass down in the office
Make her hit the [?] in the Benz
Lean, weed, drink
Bitch one-off, get painted
X was a ho, we ain’t
Turn blood, bitch nigga he a bitch he can’t
Gotta pay me to Perc’ no shit, I’m famous
Nigga like smoke, not me, I’m rainin’
Put in the earth, [?] keep goin’, then put in her hair
Link one, told me lil’ ho, these scared
[?], ayy bitch, we sharin’
380 for the war, for the war it cleared
I just want the truck, I’m sayin’, “Skrrt” (No cap)
Heard you wan’ fuck by chance (Come on)
If I hit her friend, I’m playin’ (He is)
200 on chains, I’m dancin’
Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (Ho, rat)
All five cars not rented (None of ’em)
None of these bitches can check me (None of ’em)
Ask around, “Who run the city?” Me
(Who you know run the city)

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Part III

[Verse 3: EST Gee] I was just runnin’ the streets
Me and my brother, we both had a onion a piece
Starin’ on, clutchin’ my yeak
Look two more seconds get dizzy

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