笨小笨Cold (feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It)歌词由Gucci Mane&B.G.&Mike Will Made It演唱，出自专辑《Choppers & Bricks》，下面是《Cold (feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It)》完整版歌词！
Cold (feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It)歌词完整版
Cold (feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It) - Gucci Mane/B.G./Mike Will Made-It
Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Michael L. Williams II/Christopher Dorsey
Produced by：Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike will
Mike will
Thinking 'bout them cold nights
Cold sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin' but cold food
They let me out that cold jail damn
Soon as I touched down I had
To give them folks hell yeah
Took off all them jail clothes
Showered off that jail smell yeah
I don't need no wishing well
I'ma buy my f***** chanel
Keep it real she paid the bail
Kept it player no kiss and tell
Shout out to the cartel
The opps they called twelve
I been trapping since twelve
Selling nicks and bricks and bales
Narcotics and plenty sales
Glass bowls and pocket scales skrrt
Burglar bars and cameras
Before my life was glamorous huh
I shine like a camera shine
I kicked all the amateurs
556's damage ya hot
We don't tote no derringer hot
Go check the thermometer hot
We bloodied the furniture
We hit at his momma house
I heard it woke his momma up mom
I'ma keep the chopper tucked
Run up if you think you tough cha-cha
Playing with all that funny stuff
They found his body in the bluff ha
Poker face we never bluff
Play with them don't play with us nah
We got toys like toys are us
The chop's so long it's folding up
Where my boys they rolling up
They look young they old enough
Hell no they ain't old as us
But try us they gon' spray your bus
Bus
Bus
Bus
Bus
Thinking 'bout them cold nights
Sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin' but cold food
They let me out that cold jail yeah
Soon as I touched down I had
To give them folks hell what's up wop
Took off all them jail clothes
Showered off that jail smell
Bounced out of the BOP
Still toting that stick on me I got it
All these tryna what
I ain't giving no for free at all
All these people want a show what
Need that bag COD I need it
All these lil' slick posts
Say that to me in the streets
Smashed all my old beef
Smashed out my old teeth
One by one I'm coming to collect
From everybody that owe me everybody
Real killers they know me
They know real street mold me mold me
Better be able to see your
Hands you ever try to approach me
Feds got me burnt out still
A little institutionalized
Was real
Seen stabbed to death
Right before my eyes
B-gizzle and gucci mane
You know this gon' ride
Free my guys and the pole lock
Fed might start a riot
Thinking 'bout them cold nights
Sleeping in that cold cell
If it's up it's stuck
Food
They let me out that cold jail
Soon as I touched down
I had to give them folks hell
If it's up it's stuck
Clothes
Showered off that jail smell
B-gizzle gucci mane
This what the streets wanted to hear
This too real
