Conejo
Conejo - Cold Blooded Love songtekst
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I'm solo, in my lane With that old school music, mary jane I'm insane, ese can't you tell I'm that same muthufucka introduce you to shell And my download sells, off the rack Mr. Big Chain Snatcher is fucken back C Mac, is in this bitch So abrete ala verga with that sucka shit I'm ah needle, injecting the vein I´m what you put into your pipe, that rock cocaine You know the name, it's Big C Roca Check the scheme, while you puff that mota What's popping, got the 6 4 hopping With that Bonarue apparel ese ain't no stopping Ah rock beat, ese that's the code Ese vatos broke out when the heddle grow Ese cold blooded love is, what I'm giving And maybe it's because of how I'm living Hardest riddance, en el juego Young trucos stay packing, that fucken trueno Ese cold blooded love, is what I'm giving All up in your facial boy death can hit it Highers bidding, from Conejo the grouch Ese toking on ah blunt on the studio couch I don't do no favors I ain't here to save you It's the 50 dollar bill for the rock I gave you I could take you, to ah higher degree I don't think you could hang you ah fucken flee This G, energy I'm boomed out to the max D E 1 3 You ah fuck boy, I´ll take your ruth away You punks hit the ground when the Uzi spray That's what I'm saying, don't rock with them Hollow points hit the corner you gon' talk to them And them canons, they stay around me holmes I'm like ah Hawk on the look out for the enemy holmes That's tribo, but that's how it goes Death take you on ah journey through the panic zone I'm ah ice berg, sub zero freeze Muthufuckers start dying when the shipment sea Ese cold blooded love is what I'm giving And maybe it's because of how I'm living Hardest riddance, en el juego Young trucos stay packing, that fucken trueno Ese cold blooded love, is what I'm giving All up in your facial boy death can hit it Highers bidding, from Conejo the grouch Ese toking on ah blunt on the studio couch I'm major, you that peeweelie Ese one sign of pressure when you show for team Foo I'm death, S S Chevy Every 48 I gotta switch the celly In the belly, of the beast Mythical deliver re flooding the street I bring heat, I spit that flame My 92 demos focused on the gang