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CoLd III - They Won't Lyrics



CoLd III - They Won't Lyrics




Worth it
I was never perfect
But I never choked in the moments I was nervous

Hopping in a bag
I ain't taLking about a Birkin
Durag on my head
And it's tight Like a turban

I fight Like I'm hurting
Write Like I'm fLirting
Spitting aLL my game
Like the mic wasn't working

You think you know me, you saw me in person
But wait for the Lights when I'm drawing my curtains

I remember I was working at the movies
I was broke
I was rocking fake chains
I had tommy on my coat

I was working on my music and they thought I was a joke
They was paying me for time and I spent it on some clothes and some oooohhhhhh

I was cooking up at MiLL's
I ain't taking bout the Meek
I had wrote a song for CaLvin
And he told me it was sweet

Then Lil 40 got a deal and he had me looking cheap
Now the song is in my vault and to this day is incomplete

But I ain't back down
You pass me up and I'LL be proud
TiLL the Last round

I ain't convicted but my homie in the dog pound
I stiLL got stories bout my brothers that are gone now
And I got cousins that be sLeeping to the gun sounds

So I be praying that nobody getting gunned down
Aunt can't make no go fund me because I'm up now
If I get that bread imma pay that fee cuz it's enough now
If I get a LittLe bit of cheese then imma budget imma rundown

First round
Hit the fLoor
Hit the ground
Spitting Like I'm Eminem in 8 miLe
100 pounds
Rapping bout my anger
Never going underground
I feeL Like I'm Chris Brown
When I say Look at me now

If I get a LittLe bag don't check my tag it'LL make me made
And if I get mad then imma puLL a randy savage
Crazy cuz I'm causing the havoc

Come back with a whole 250
If you reaLLy rocking with
Do I have the biLLs? PLenty
Engine in the whip hemi

Women in the VIP ? Many
Trap got the money Benny
Imma shoot my shot so many times
I caLL my tongue a semi

Baby baby what you want?
TeLL me what you see
I stay with this green on me
So I just sip my tea

Stunting is a habit
Get Like me
I be stepping on gas
Like the Light turned green and

If she see you with me
She gone cause a scene
And my ex side piece
ReaLLy think she Left me

Can you check my wrist
Cuz my drip is cLean
Got a mind trick
And it's not a jeLLy bean

Had to shoot a video at the Airbnb
They gone pLay my song for you I don't do CDs

They gone understand estimate ya boy
Gotta cut it out or imma take away the choice
I'm the onLy rapper where I'm at that's making noise
Man I don't know what you think that I was seLLing for

Man I reaLLy think I'm
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Worth it
I was never perfect
But I never choked in the moments I was nervous

Hopping in a bag
I ain't taLking about a Birkin
Durag on my head
And it's tight Like a turban

I fight Like I'm hurting
Write Like I'm fLirting
Spitting aLL my game
Like the mic wasn't working

You think you know me, you saw me in person
But wait for the Lights when I'm drawing my curtains

I remember I was working at the movies
I was broke
I was rocking fake chains
I had tommy on my coat

I was working on my music and they thought I was a joke
They was paying me for time and I spent it on some clothes and some oooohhhhhh

I was cooking up at MiLL's
I ain't taking bout the Meek
I had wrote a song for CaLvin
And he told me it was sweet

Then Lil 40 got a deal and he had me looking cheap
Now the song is in my vault and to this day is incomplete

But I ain't back down
You pass me up and I'LL be proud
TiLL the Last round

I ain't convicted but my homie in the dog pound
I stiLL got stories bout my brothers that are gone now
And I got cousins that be sLeeping to the gun sounds

So I be praying that nobody getting gunned down
Aunt can't make no go fund me because I'm up now
If I get that bread imma pay that fee cuz it's enough now
If I get a LittLe bit of cheese then imma budget imma rundown

First round
Hit the fLoor
Hit the ground
Spitting Like I'm Eminem in 8 miLe
100 pounds
Rapping bout my anger
Never going underground
I feeL Like I'm Chris Brown
When I say Look at me now

If I get a LittLe bag don't check my tag it'LL make me made
And if I get mad then imma puLL a randy savage
Crazy cuz I'm causing the havoc

Come back with a whole 250
If you reaLLy rocking with
Do I have the biLLs? PLenty
Engine in the whip hemi

Women in the VIP ? Many
Trap got the money Benny
Imma shoot my shot so many times
I caLL my tongue a semi

Baby baby what you want?
TeLL me what you see
I stay with this green on me
So I just sip my tea

Stunting is a habit
Get Like me
I be stepping on gas
Like the Light turned green and

If she see you with me
She gone cause a scene
And my ex side piece
ReaLLy think she Left me

Can you check my wrist
Cuz my drip is cLean
Got a mind trick
And it's not a jeLLy bean

Had to shoot a video at the Airbnb
They gone pLay my song for you I don't do CDs

They gone understand estimate ya boy
Gotta cut it out or imma take away the choice
I'm the onLy rapper where I'm at that's making noise
Man I don't know what you think that I was seLLing for

Man I reaLLy think I'm
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Writer: David Richardson III
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: CoLd III
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: David Richardson III

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