Cold Chillin

D Goody & Flash Giordani - Rap
Cold Chillin
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[Verse 1: Flash Giordani] Girls never gave this Asian any play Unless besides my skin pigment I acted Black in every way 4 way stop they'll be signing me, realize their mistakes Fresh [?] rest of those loser leaves, them rakes fucking stupid Buncha hockey nifty swifty 50 my jumper percentage But my handles oh so tricky, no picks please Isolation I'll blow by em by myself [?] check myself Riding bikes with the crew if we ain't got the whip We cruising down Harford Rd 7-Speed right down the strip Bustin 30 on that mountain bike, we hella deep too Cars honking behind us cuz they can't drive around or through Presidential motorcade, luxurious money stage Broads smoking, I ain't even reached a legal smoking age Blow a cloud in their face "savor it bitch" Shoulda stuck with me cuz now I'm on the road to getting rich motherfucker [Verse 2: D GooDy] This is just the beginning For now we take your girls, next week we take your women I see you niggas hating like you mad about something But you fucks with the kids, why your ass keep bluffing? Songs on your iPod, check our blog at your job Head bouncing like a ball everyday your boss like "Hell nah, hell no. What you think you doing fool? Get your ass out of here, I'll find someone to replace you" Ever since we came around your girl don't even want you Your bitch like "damn why can't you be more like him?" D GooD. Your motherfucking idol Take notes from the kid then give that shit a title #1 best seller, we gotta keep it moving like that wind flowing through the propeller When we flying through the sky at jet speeds with no needs Hot chick next to me but I'm fast asleep I'll get that number when we land More than likely she a fan so you know what that mean She probably twitpic'd a pic of me while I was sleep But I ain't even tripping hope I look good sleeping Hope her boyfriend know that she finna be cheating Then I opened up my eyes and guess what she was doing Had her iPhone in my face taking pics by the take I can tell she was embarrassed by the look on her face I'm like "wait, be cool baby I ain't even tripping Put your number in my phone and we can call this shit even" I booked her then hooked her and I'm still out here fishing And that's how we do it, The Hooligans the illest motherfucker
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Credits
- Writers
- Flash Giordani
- Chachi Pajamas