Cold Winter
Bring me your cold weather
Bury me still alive with the dead soldiers
Memories can decide if we're still brothers
Cut your heart with my knife, I'm a headhunter
Snakes are living in the grass, it's a cold weather
Bury me still alive with the dead soldiers
Memories can decide if we're still brothers
Cut your heart with my knife, I'm a headhunter
Snakes are living in the grass
What's going on? I got the sauce
It's like the drip, but it's the sauce
I do it raw, like Ricky Ross
Bitch gonna say, I am the boss
Walkin' on stage I'm makin' this
Dope I'm actin' so cool, like I say I ain't broke
Gun in my hand and it's in your hand
Pullin' this trigger, if you tellin' a joke
I'm in the prison, I'm goin' again
You keep on snitchin', I'm killin' your friends
Bullets in your brain, that's all for the cleanse
I got my heart and it's all in my Zen
Bring me your cold weather
Bury me still alive with the dead soldiers
Memories can decide if we're still brothers
Cut your heart with my knife, I'm a headhunter
Snakes are living in the grass, it's a cold weather
Bury me still alive with the dead soldiers
Memories can decide if we're still brothers
Cut your heart with my knife, I'm a headhunter
Snakes are living in the grass
What's brackin'? You're lackin
I'ma try to take all these toxins
I'ma spend this holiday poppin
Mercedes Benz just hoppin
What's brackin'? You're lackin
I'ma try to take all these toxins
I'ma spend this holiday poppin
Mercedes Benz just hoppin
What's goin' on? You're not enough
I got a bitch and I'm fuckin' these hoes
I got a rap and I'm sellin' these shows
Only got Gucci, that's all in my clothes
I did the most, playin' the hoes
Killin' these niggas, I'm raisin' my toes
Killin' these niggas so that I can boast
I got a house and I live on the coast
Runnin' this game and I'm makin' the moves
And I'm talkin' so smooth and I'm feelin' the groove
I got a bitch and she part of my crew
I got a mill and it comin' right through
Bring me your cold weather
Bury me still alive with the dead soldiers
Memories can decide if we're still brothers
Cut your heart with my knife, I'm a headhunter
Snakes are living in the grass, it's a cold weather
Bury me still alive with the dead soldiers
Memories can decide if we're still brothers
Cut your heart with my knife, I'm a headhunter
Snakes are living in the grass
Bury me still alive with the dead soldiers
Memories can decide if we're still brothers
Cut your heart with my knife, I'm a headhunter
Snakes are living in the grass, it's a cold weather
Bury me still alive with the dead soldiers
Memories can decide if we're still brothers
Cut your heart with my knife, I'm a headhunter
Snakes are living in the grass
What's going on? I got the sauce
It's like the drip, but it's the sauce
I do it raw, like Ricky Ross
Bitch gonna say, I am the boss
Walkin' on stage I'm makin' this
Dope I'm actin' so cool, like I say I ain't broke
Gun in my hand and it's in your hand
Pullin' this trigger, if you tellin' a joke
I'm in the prison, I'm goin' again
You keep on snitchin', I'm killin' your friends
Bullets in your brain, that's all for the cleanse
I got my heart and it's all in my Zen
Bring me your cold weather
Bury me still alive with the dead soldiers
Memories can decide if we're still brothers
Cut your heart with my knife, I'm a headhunter
Snakes are living in the grass, it's a cold weather
Bury me still alive with the dead soldiers
Memories can decide if we're still brothers
Cut your heart with my knife, I'm a headhunter
Snakes are living in the grass
What's brackin'? You're lackin
I'ma try to take all these toxins
I'ma spend this holiday poppin
Mercedes Benz just hoppin
What's brackin'? You're lackin
I'ma try to take all these toxins
I'ma spend this holiday poppin
Mercedes Benz just hoppin
What's goin' on? You're not enough
I got a bitch and I'm fuckin' these hoes
I got a rap and I'm sellin' these shows
Only got Gucci, that's all in my clothes
I did the most, playin' the hoes
Killin' these niggas, I'm raisin' my toes
Killin' these niggas so that I can boast
I got a house and I live on the coast
Runnin' this game and I'm makin' the moves
And I'm talkin' so smooth and I'm feelin' the groove
I got a bitch and she part of my crew
I got a mill and it comin' right through
Bring me your cold weather
Bury me still alive with the dead soldiers
Memories can decide if we're still brothers
Cut your heart with my knife, I'm a headhunter
Snakes are living in the grass, it's a cold weather
Bury me still alive with the dead soldiers
Memories can decide if we're still brothers
Cut your heart with my knife, I'm a headhunter
Snakes are living in the grass
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Writer(s): Anthony Pursel
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