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Cold Mother Fucker


Cold Mother Fucker

 

Different Kinda Lover, Cold Mother Fucker, It’s All About The Hustle Or You Suffer, 

Bold Than A Bitch, But You Be Not Cause No Fit When You Become The Lick So Be Tougher 

You Had Connect On A Truck , So You Hit For The Bucks, Yeah You Tough

Don’t Know Who To Trust,

Shoot A Nigga Dead In The Head, Now His Body’s Lying Dead, You Still Go In His Pockets So Your Kids Were Fed, 

Tell Yo Nigga To His Face What You Didn’t Take, What A Snake 

You Even Helped Him Look For The Shit What A Bitch, 

Now Even People You Love Becomes A Lick, Nigga You Sick, 

No Love For Yaaa 

Cold Mother Fucker 

 

~Gotti

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