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rondomontana & tweeko - the cold room - s2-e9 lyrics
[intro]
ayy, mix, what you cookin’?
rish beats
men_men_men_men_menvce
[chorus]
come, come, i can tell you ’bout violence
daytime slappings and night time knifings
lts swing swords like vikings
try give chat so we left him silent
glidin’, way too charged when i’m glidin’
give me the ting broad day and i’ll strike him
get_get seen on the ped, we’re collidin’
straight on sightin’, no point hidin’ (skrrah)
come_come, come, i can tell you ’bout violence
daytime slappings and nigh time knifings (ching, ching)
lts swing swords like vikings
try give chat so we left him silent (shut the f_ck up)
glidin’, way too charged whеn i’m glidin’
give me the ting broad day and i’ll strikе him (baow)
get seen on the ped, we’re collidin’
straight on sightin’, no point hidin’ (skrrt, skrrt)
[verse 1]
straight acg, i’ll leave man stretched (stretched), stressed
pull up on the back of a ped
got shaved in his back, tried get up and dash
so i swiped his legs and wet him again (gang, gang, gang)
anything green, no i can’t condemn
hold straight chest shots if you’re rockin’ with dem (wet that down)
go ask the paigons if i c_cked my skeng (baow)
oi, someone, shh, yes (yes), pass the ting i’m controllin’ (ayy)
she got a body_ody, no adeola, oh d_mn, i feel like proposin’
we left sav in the ground all decomposin’ (rip)
how many been shot and the feds ain’t solvin’ sh_t? (nuttin’)
two_two in the dot when i burst that stick
it was six in the clip when i burst that glizz (grrah)
can’t call my phone if you claim the team and don’t play your position (no way, no way)
chest, neck, back, or dome, go ask the opps, i got ‘nough precision (baow)
one eye closed, i’ll ping it with vision or back it and swing it, try cut him and fish him (ching)
one eye closed i’ll ping it with vision or back it and swing it, try cut him and
no excuse, gear up, we step now (now)
no less than attempt when i get round (none)
let me see a n_gga with his boxers showin’ then that motherf_cker’s getting cheffed down (get that down)
don’t ask if i beef, little n_gga, his heart weren’t in it, so i say that’s dead now (back up)
tell the industry to go suck my d_ck
either way, that door’s gettin’ lenged down (bu_bush)
add a k, i assume you’re high as f_ck
we slide with bine in the finest trucks (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
they can’t go shop when the roads get dark
get caught by us then my man’s f_cked (y’know)
my block too gully, can’t try cut through
try be a hero and i’ll cut you (stretched)
jailhouse settings, can’t flex with my opps
i’ll stamp on your head and shave that too (gang, gang, gang)
[chorus]
come, come, i can tell you ’bout violence
daytime slappings and nigh time knifings (skrrah)
lts swing swords like vikings
try give chat so we left him silent (shh)
glidin’, way too charged when i’m glidin’
give me the ting broad day and i’ll strike him (baow)
get seen on the ped, we’re collidin’
straight on sightin’, no point hidin’
[verse 2]
same n_gga that kissed on trainers ran in the shop when i slapped that dotts (where you goin’?)
on the block, got the golden boot nonstop
many times, left them sides there tapped off (uh_huh)
best slide when i slide where you try bake off
g lock to your head, no, you can’t skate off (no way, no way)
ayy rude boy, don’t play badman
that old madman get you chinged or banged at (baow, baow, baow)
she’s bruckin’ it back like the dotts
got two hands on her waist when i smash that (oi, oi)
anytime they crashed at us, tell me a time that i never crashed back (when?)
skid skrrt in a dingered down hatch back (skrrt)
zk on my waist, double tap in a backpack
could never be me that you draw out
seven kids got their chest plate torn out
huh (huh?)
and i don’t feel sorry for their mum (no way, no way)
grrah
[outro]
ayy, mix, what you cookin’?
rish beats
men_men_men_men_menvce
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