笨小笨COLD GAME (Explicit)歌词由NLE Choppa&Rick Ross演唱，出自专辑《Cottonwood 2 (Explicit)》，下面是《COLD GAME (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
COLD GAME (Explicit)歌词完整版
COLD GAME (Explicit) - NLE Choppa/Rick Ross
Lyrics by：Bryson Potts/William Roberts/Raphael Udo III/Ashot Akopian/Tim Gomringer/Kevin Gomringer/Jaquetta Singleton/Nathalia Marshall/Jordan Loreal
This whole ************* album fire
I know if this ************ don't go number one
Y'all n***as hatin'
You heard it first from mama Choppa bam
When the day is gone you're all I need
When I close my eyes it's all I see
Love me like I used to before
Rose
Huh
Appetite for new timepieces ain't no time to lose
Ain't no lie Jacob know me I bought all kinds of jewels
Put the haters on me trust me I make all kinds of moves
Here dealing with these fakers 'til I make up all the rules
I just wanna ride around and we lock the city down
All my ******* fightin' in the club with they titties out
Haha
Double M we Blowin' Budz put them Phillies out
And any boy get out of line I came to sit him down
I had a million on my mind but that's a billion now
Build a mansion out in Cali' with the ceilings out
N***a say they beefin' with me but I'm still in town
I got the killers in chinchillas we the realest out
If you in your feelings you gon' feel this now
You know this Double M that's when you hear the sound
M-M-M
All the baddest ******* came to get it down
And I know you on the 'shrooms that's if you feel the bounce
Maybach Music
When the day is gone you're all I need
When I close my eyes it's all I see
Love me like you used to before
Patty wagons turn to Rolls-Royces yeah
Royces
Makin' different choices
Tryna see which corporate brand I'm signin' with for endorsements
You can catch me on the Forbes stuntin'
Stuntin'
Pink green blue bills I don't discriminate the money
Like the Doomsday comin' I'ma run it up
You n***as run y'all d**k suckers too much and ride d**k
Get off my nuts
Off my nuts
I'ma check in 'bout my bread watch some n***as check out
Brrt
We chiropractin' n***as neck what that mean
Stretch him out
Brrt
Playin' with the Gs I got a murder fee
That lead to casualties ayy just pick out your tee
I live a fantasy ******* from Tel Aviv
In the florida Keys ridin' jet skis
Pulled over made a pit stop to **** on a beach
While she ride me I'm thankin' God I'm out of the streets
I had the keys the keys the key to feed the fiends
I had the rocks took risks the opps
They died for this and that
Died for this n***a
But don't speak on wax don't let this light skin fool ya
I'm 'bout what I rap yeah
Ayy threesomes that's regular thing
I need a ten-piece combo like some lemon pepper chicken wings
Ayy I'm a big boss like I'm Rick Ross
Ayy Ross
You a*s backwards criss-cross
You chasin' ******* over money well
That's where you broke the law
If a ho hit today then she gon' be here to stay
She ain't here while I'm broke when I'm rich
It's her loss word to Drake
One-sixteen ain't enough
Like I'm André 3K thirty-two bars like Jiggas
Feel like Hov man
Feel like Hov man
Cross me when I gave you leeway
They play me like I'm 2K
Don't call me "Brother" n***a
That's my old name
My old ***** ****** another n***a
Then a hundred n***as just to get back
And I remained the same
Still the same n***a
Cold game still same
Sunny days after rain pain turn to pleasure made a man
On God
When the day is gone you're all I need
When I close my eyes it's all I see
Love me like you used to before
This the takeover y'all had your time
Now it's time to have mine
I know it's a lot to digest heart burn in your chest
From a rookie to a vet'
And I ain't even done yet
