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Fiyuh - Cold (Freestyle) Lyrics



Fiyuh - Cold (Freestyle) Lyrics




What's good lil bitch?
I just keep it moving
I don't f*ck witcha
Cause you a f*ckin loser
We already knew this
So I ain't choosing
Hell naw lil bitch
You know that I'm f*ckin shootin
Okay get it reloaded
Everybody know I'm toting
They don't want this f*ckin potion
Hell naw it's f*ckin potent
Sh-show me my opponent
You know who I'm quoting
Yeah it's not you
Cause I'm on it
What's up lil bitch?
I'm doin me everyday
You ain't doin shit
Cause you a f*ckin lame
Alright okay
Don't play I don't care
Imma come thru with the K
Cause I'm from the A

City of lights
Aurora shit
630 in this bitch
Kill the opps
If they lookin like cops
What you want?
One take off the top

Everybody know that I'm back on that shit again
Yeah run it up run it up
Yeah I'm killing shit
If know me I ain't with the dealing shit
Yeah I am but you just gotta keep that a secret
I ain't playin wit ya, Im sneaking
Everybody know I'm coming thru, Im creeping
If you don't see me you da police man
That's how I'm moving
Yeah I keep a heater

Cause I'm Fiyuh
Shit's too hot boy
If you wanna
You could die on the spot boy
I don't need ya
I don't want ya
I don't see ya
Y'all know my shits lethal
Ay what's good lil bitch
Talkin all this shit
Cause I'm drunk again
Yeah you know I like to roll up
Smoke a couple blunts
Then I like to blow up
Yeah you know I got the gun
Shootin you the f*ck up
We all know you ain't shining
Yeah you put yo location
I pulled up
But yo ass wasn't there
Why the f*ck was you ducking?
I ain't playin with nothin
Comin thru with the tussin
You about to go to sleep
I ain't f*ckin with y'all
My beats so f*ckin cold
And my even rhymes even colder
On it like I'm Yoda
I ain't no controlla
Weed got a strong odor
When it comes to this shit
You gon think I'm ten years older
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What's good lil bitch?
I just keep it moving
I don't f*ck witcha
Cause you a f*ckin loser
We already knew this
So I ain't choosing
Hell naw lil bitch
You know that I'm f*ckin shootin
Okay get it reloaded
Everybody know I'm toting
They don't want this f*ckin potion
Hell naw it's f*ckin potent
Sh-show me my opponent
You know who I'm quoting
Yeah it's not you
Cause I'm on it
What's up lil bitch?
I'm doin me everyday
You ain't doin shit
Cause you a f*ckin lame
Alright okay
Don't play I don't care
Imma come thru with the K
Cause I'm from the A

City of lights
Aurora shit
630 in this bitch
Kill the opps
If they lookin like cops
What you want?
One take off the top

Everybody know that I'm back on that shit again
Yeah run it up run it up
Yeah I'm killing shit
If know me I ain't with the dealing shit
Yeah I am but you just gotta keep that a secret
I ain't playin wit ya, Im sneaking
Everybody know I'm coming thru, Im creeping
If you don't see me you da police man
That's how I'm moving
Yeah I keep a heater

Cause I'm Fiyuh
Shit's too hot boy
If you wanna
You could die on the spot boy
I don't need ya
I don't want ya
I don't see ya
Y'all know my shits lethal
Ay what's good lil bitch
Talkin all this shit
Cause I'm drunk again
Yeah you know I like to roll up
Smoke a couple blunts
Then I like to blow up
Yeah you know I got the gun
Shootin you the f*ck up
We all know you ain't shining
Yeah you put yo location
I pulled up
But yo ass wasn't there
Why the f*ck was you ducking?
I ain't playin with nothin
Comin thru with the tussin
You about to go to sleep
I ain't f*ckin with y'all
My beats so f*ckin cold
And my even rhymes even colder
On it like I'm Yoda
I ain't no controlla
Weed got a strong odor
When it comes to this shit
You gon think I'm ten years older
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Writer: John Jones
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Performed By: Fiyuh
Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: John Jones

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