Stone Cold

Yeah
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Yeah, I'm a stone-cold nigga cup on chilly
Bitch on frisbee throw it back hit me
Magic stick Disney nigga's rats Mickey
I got sack grenade bomb pack dig me
Yeah feel like the man of the year
Ain't whipping no noses we whipping them eyes
My niggas they slide like tears
Aiming and point between yo eyes
My homie just hopped out the wheel
Pop out the cuts and the rear
Brodie just earned him a tear but yo homies crying
All talk niggas ain't slide yet
My niggas slide like kids recess
Aliens they don't know english
All my niggas know is smoke and wreck
Fog machine smoke the set
All dome Mitchell Ness
Vest on keep your chest
John Doe face a mess

I'ma stone cold nigga stone-cold dealer
Stone cold killer heart cold
Chilling they act bold get hit up
Bend a curb blitz em
Four-four Get em hit a foe kill em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Burak Goekgoez, Stephen Allen Dale
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