Bret The Hitman Hart

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Stunna Cold - Rap, USA

Bret The Hitman Hart

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[Intro] Tre you made this shit Yeah, fatal, zip I really like to use cash Niggas couldn't be cold as me If it was zero degrees, ya dig L-U-X-E-B-O-Y, money sign Dylvinci got the code [Chorus] I took risks for the riches, yuh Flooded AP on my wrist, frostbit Luxury, I'm about business Born for this shit Like my bitches exquisite Damn shawty thick Damn, I don't miss Target I hit Try I'm gon pow Please do not diss Niggas love to switch Like a phone they love to flip I'mma get that cheese Get them chips and than I dip Pow, uh fatal [Verse] I'm too cool, I'm too fresh I'mma ball, like select Loyalty, can't neglect For my gang, I'mma step Like the stairs, you gеt lept Twin Glocks, sing duets Pew pеw, leave you stressed Got confessions, I confess Got a fetish, addicted to the check Know my worth I need my millions Nothing less I make plays like pick-six Yuh, intercept All the way [Chorus] I took risks for the riches, yuh Flooded AP on my wrist, frostbit Luxury, I'm about business Born for this shit Like my bitches exquisite Damn shawty thick Damn, I don't miss Target I hit Try I'm gon pow Please do not diss Niggas love to switch Like a phone they love to flip I'mma get that cheese Get them chips and than I dip Pow, uh fatal

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  • Stunna Cold