Owen Slade - Cold lyrics

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Owen Slade - Cold lyrics

[Intro] Okay Coldest n***a alive, I'm so cold You n***as get on my nerves, you're so old Easy, yeah, alright [Verse] I baited my whip in the vid like a prick Now I'm carless (Cold) Now it's a Uber ting I've still got this regardless (Cold) Who? What? Them man there? Nah, them man are harmless (Cold) I just went to the park with my friends and I charted (Wow) I have never been a victim, never been a target (Cold) The girls love this sh**, yeah, they love it like Barfest (Cold) #Merky the label and I'm coming like Darcus (Cold) I was on the roads when Giggs made "Talkin' Da Hardest" (Wow) Look, rudeboy, done him on sight One time, check two, bun him on sight n***as ain't brave I can't see it on your face Let me tell you 'bout the days I was running on a hype like Who are you? Where you been? Where your snow line? Where your stacks? Where your strap? Where your crow line? Big pump, don't stunt when it's showtime Kinda funny how I didn't need a cosign Shut your mout, you ain't squeezing (aye) p**y boy, I just leave him (aye) I've been cold the whole season aye) I should call my next one "Freezing" Touch the mic, then just wheel 'em You man have got too much feelings Late night, I'm at Neasden Filet-o-Fish and I'm breezing (skrrrrrrt) Ain't dropped nothin' for a minute, I'm fine (Cold) Roll to the booth, then I bill it with rhymes (Cold) Know a couple OGs that are living off crime (Cold) But a young black boy made a milli' off grime (Wow) So tell Boris Johnson "s** your mum, we don't care" (we don't care, bruv) And tell them riot feds "oi, buss your gun? You won't dare (you won't dare bruv) All my young black kings rise up, man, this is our year And my young black queens right there It's been a long time coming, I swear If you don't turn this up, it's no fun You ain't heard of us? You're so dumb Can't be scared of p**y-hole youts You can have your burner tucked, I won't run You can have all the hype, I won't dust You can send all you like, you won't buss Man can't bluff me out, I call bluffs Them boys get f**ed about and call us Crikey "Oh my god, it's big Mikey!" Cut the whip, it's so pricey I should call my next one "Icy" Touch the mic and get lively Don't draw me out, I asked nicely Do the road and do wifey I wonder why they don't like me Cah' I'm... cold Cold Cold Ride out everyting's cold as a cold, cold summer Cold, everyting's cold #Merky 20-sh.. I've been cold the season I should call my next one "Freezing" I've been cold the season I should call my next one "Freezing" I've been cold the season I should call my next one "Freezing" I've been cold the season I should call my next one- easy