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Heart Cold Video (MV)




Performed By: Point 9
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: aaron garcia




Point 9 - Heart Cold Lyrics
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I feel like a demon yea my heart is cold
223 gotta slide with that pole
Play with my bro den we taking yo soul
Thas on my momma fr you play With that gang u get killed
I'm in them trenches might die inna field
Was thuggin fr hada switch up my ways
Hada step back start a brand new wave
Now they keep callin my phone
An I been told these b**** just leave me alone
I been up for some days trynna catch me a
Play An dawg in da kennel hope he beat da case
Why these n***** competing I ain't tryna race
I ain't worried bout you don't worrie bout me
Big backwoodz now I rollin out da p
Now they wanna kickit with me whole lotta racks an these hundreds on me
Ain't do dis s*** fo da fame
Looked out for some ppl that ain't do the same
But we ain't gone speak about that
I hada motivate me I really came from them Streets
An them people that doubted me now they relapsed
Like how did this young n**** get all them racks
Yeah
An my dawgs dey some drillers scoot up at ya trap
Ain't ducking no beef so just drop yo location
My time is money soo I can not waste it
I been threw alot I'm worth more den a mill
Soo many times that It coulda been me
I guess I'm still here for a reason
Be praying to god but he don't hear me grieveing
Remember down bad I was going threw a faze
Took a walk with da devil he asked for my soul
Ain't tryna go gold I'm just tryna go plat
Real diamonds my grill I ain't neva had shit
How yung n**** get soo hoodrich
Blew up on saycheese an got me a blue check
What they gone say if my foot on they neck
They tryna see what I'm doing next
We gone run up that money and never look back
Make up for dem times I ain't have it like that
Pull up in rolls I made dis shit happened
They ain't know me till I started rapping
U see me inna club don't ask for no pic
Kuz these b****** be groupie an really ain't s***
Bust down anything for a blue check
I seen some shit inna streets fr
Da life dat I live get you killed
N***** be crossing and killin they homies this s*** can get gutta fr
We gone runnnnup the money and never look back make up for dem times I ain't have it like
Yeah
I feel like a demon yea my heart is cold
223 gotta slide with that pole
Play w my bro den we taking yo soul
Das on my momma fr you play with dat gang u get killed
I'm in them trenches might die inna field
Was thuggin fr hada switch up my ways
Hada step back start a brand new wave
We gone run up the money and never look back make up for days we ain't have it like that yea
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I feel like a demon yea my heart is cold
223 gotta slide with that pole
Play with my bro den we taking yo soul
Thas on my momma fr you play With that gang u get killed
I'm in them trenches might die inna field
Was thuggin fr hada switch up my ways
Hada step back start a brand new wave
Now they keep callin my phone
An I been told these b**** just leave me alone
I been up for some days trynna catch me a
Play An dawg in da kennel hope he beat da case
Why these n***** competing I ain't tryna race
I ain't worried bout you don't worrie bout me
Big backwoodz now I rollin out da p
Now they wanna kickit with me whole lotta racks an these hundreds on me
Ain't do dis s*** fo da fame
Looked out for some ppl that ain't do the same
But we ain't gone speak about that
I hada motivate me I really came from them Streets
An them people that doubted me now they relapsed
Like how did this young n**** get all them racks
Yeah
An my dawgs dey some drillers scoot up at ya trap
Ain't ducking no beef so just drop yo location
My time is money soo I can not waste it
I been threw alot I'm worth more den a mill
Soo many times that It coulda been me
I guess I'm still here for a reason
Be praying to god but he don't hear me grieveing
Remember down bad I was going threw a faze
Took a walk with da devil he asked for my soul
Ain't tryna go gold I'm just tryna go plat
Real diamonds my grill I ain't neva had shit
How yung n**** get soo hoodrich
Blew up on saycheese an got me a blue check
What they gone say if my foot on they neck
They tryna see what I'm doing next
We gone run up that money and never look back
Make up for dem times I ain't have it like that
Pull up in rolls I made dis shit happened
They ain't know me till I started rapping
U see me inna club don't ask for no pic
Kuz these b****** be groupie an really ain't s***
Bust down anything for a blue check
I seen some shit inna streets fr
Da life dat I live get you killed
N***** be crossing and killin they homies this s*** can get gutta fr
We gone runnnnup the money and never look back make up for dem times I ain't have it like
Yeah
I feel like a demon yea my heart is cold
223 gotta slide with that pole
Play w my bro den we taking yo soul
Das on my momma fr you play with dat gang u get killed
I'm in them trenches might die inna field
Was thuggin fr hada switch up my ways
Hada step back start a brand new wave
We gone run up the money and never look back make up for days we ain't have it like that yea
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Writer: aaron garcia
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