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Stone Cold Video (MV)




Performed By: C.Bell
Language: English
Length: 3:08
Written by: Christopher Bell




C.Bell - Stone Cold Lyrics




Now I gotta ball 100 put me in the game
Bust a nigga brains if he reaching for my chain
These niggas really suckas baby we are not the same
She playing wit my balls but don't know I'm running game
Her body picture perfect..I'ma beat it out the frame
Hitting from the back she love it how I grip her hips
Know I got the juice baby come and take a sip
Might pull up to Rudys in a 6 figure whip
They tryna rid a a wave... had to throw em off the ship
Counting up a check jamming 2 Clip Trip
Baby I'm from Texas where we started all the drip
Skinny nigga... you can see the 40 poking off my hip
Headed to the top.. just my family and my niggas
In Cali wit the sticks bitch we looking like the Clippers
Toting only glocks so the safety on the trigger
Bitch all in her feelings cus she keep repeating SZA

Was Down on my ass now I'm back up on my feet
Riding wit the strap..Gotta yoppa on the seat
Gone and go to work n she gone call me when you leave
B Double M G a couple some tricks up our sleeve
Baby we some stunnas word to Stone cold Steve
International Youngsta bitch I swear we going global
All bout the business. future starts future Moguls
Can't be laughing wit you Jokers... Yeah we chilling cus we toting

I Ain't playing wit you niggas... rather play wit my kids
Tryna take me from em... I'ma put one in ya lid
Take it to the grave... won't tell a soul what we did
You ain't my nigga if you checking for my bitch... Lil Fizz
Smellin like some money she loving my cologne
Jugging at TMobile .. hit em for a couple phones
Rippin her apart whenever I get her alone
Get a nut or 2 then BOOM... Bitch I'm gone
Feeling like a Hot Boy in 1999
Heard they been looking for me bitch I'm out here on the grind
Bands on my Rolex can't afford to waste no time
Stop the beat... the bitch is calling me to dick her down

Was Down on my ass now I'm back up on my feet
Riding wit the strap..Gotta yoppa on the seat
Gone and go to work n she gone call me when you leave
B Double M G a couple tricks up our sleeve
Baby we some stunnas word to Stone cold Steve
International Youngsta bitch I swear we going global
All bout the business.. future starts future Moguls
Can't be laughing wit you Jokers... Yeah we chilling cus we toting
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Now I gotta ball 100 put me in the game
Bust a nigga brains if he reaching for my chain
These niggas really suckas baby we are not the same
She playing wit my balls but don't know I'm running game
Her body picture perfect..I'ma beat it out the frame
Hitting from the back she love it how I grip her hips
Know I got the juice baby come and take a sip
Might pull up to Rudys in a 6 figure whip
They tryna rid a a wave... had to throw em off the ship
Counting up a check jamming 2 Clip Trip
Baby I'm from Texas where we started all the drip
Skinny nigga... you can see the 40 poking off my hip
Headed to the top.. just my family and my niggas
In Cali wit the sticks bitch we looking like the Clippers
Toting only glocks so the safety on the trigger
Bitch all in her feelings cus she keep repeating SZA

Was Down on my ass now I'm back up on my feet
Riding wit the strap..Gotta yoppa on the seat
Gone and go to work n she gone call me when you leave
B Double M G a couple some tricks up our sleeve
Baby we some stunnas word to Stone cold Steve
International Youngsta bitch I swear we going global
All bout the business. future starts future Moguls
Can't be laughing wit you Jokers... Yeah we chilling cus we toting

I Ain't playing wit you niggas... rather play wit my kids
Tryna take me from em... I'ma put one in ya lid
Take it to the grave... won't tell a soul what we did
You ain't my nigga if you checking for my bitch... Lil Fizz
Smellin like some money she loving my cologne
Jugging at TMobile .. hit em for a couple phones
Rippin her apart whenever I get her alone
Get a nut or 2 then BOOM... Bitch I'm gone
Feeling like a Hot Boy in 1999
Heard they been looking for me bitch I'm out here on the grind
Bands on my Rolex can't afford to waste no time
Stop the beat... the bitch is calling me to dick her down

Was Down on my ass now I'm back up on my feet
Riding wit the strap..Gotta yoppa on the seat
Gone and go to work n she gone call me when you leave
B Double M G a couple tricks up our sleeve
Baby we some stunnas word to Stone cold Steve
International Youngsta bitch I swear we going global
All bout the business.. future starts future Moguls
Can't be laughing wit you Jokers... Yeah we chilling cus we toting
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Writer: Christopher Bell
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