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Cold Case Video (MV)




Performed By: Gio Martini
Language: English
Length: 3:34
Written by: Jacob Martini




Gio Martini - Cold Case Lyrics
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Nobody here that can see me like a full face, hits on a track catch a cold case
Take over shit no Lebron James , cant move in call me Tom this MySpace
Y'all like a straight edge but you cant fade me
You not a G you fugazees
No one here that can save me put my X in a box hoe tried to play me
Any body here wanna see sum, can't slow down got my free runs
Can't stop now got three sons, pull out game game weak now I got a 3 sons
Love fire arms got 3 guns bitch on my arms for the free guns
Steph on the court I hit a three once, girls in my bed I'm a bout a hit a three once
Plugging in my mic like a Roku dog you don't want no beef, maybe get sum tofu
Neva gonna win no one knows you feel it in ya gut like a fat f*ck and soul food
Lot a y'all hate cuz I'm so rude jealous of the flow cuz I'm fresh like produce
No cheese but you got some jewels got a double cup but I bet you got no juice
Try to catch up but I'm too high like I'm Jordan Belfort gone off the qualudes
Aint done yet this da prelude, motivate from the hate guess I can thank you
Don't need shit like your feed back, Fell like Oscar can I get my feet back
Take her breath away like a c pap then I'm gone like Mac Miller when he relapsed
Cold with the shot like I'm Steve Jackson
Like an allergy wit the reaction
Movin up quick you can see traction
Want a diss track I'll send 3 at ya
Now I'm kickin back and I'm relaxin
Wanna slow me down then I'll go faster
I am the shit like I took a laxitive
Dont believe me then you betta ask em
Nobody here that can see me like a full face, hits on a track catch a cold case
Take over shit no Lebron James , cant move in call me Tom this MySpace
Y'all like a straight edge but you cant fade me,
You not a G you fugazees
No one here that can save me put my X in a box hoe tried to play me
Any body here wanna see sum, can't slow down got my free runs
Can't stop now got three sons, pull out game game weak now I got a 3 sons
Love fire arms got 3 guns bitch on my arms for the free guns
Steph on the court I hit a three once, girls in my bed I'm a bout a hit a three once
F*ck about a gun I got bare fists hit em in the mouth, if it's wrong I don't care bitch
Quick with the release, take a step back and I'm swingin to the left w like I'm Chavez
I'm like Kyrie f*ck the whole team this my league
Don't take drugs but i will pop one if I get the chance to f*ck Miley
Got a couple shots in my ice tea, sip a little more get white boy hyphy
Flow game to smooth y'all betta move if not bitch you can fight me
To many fake labels wanna sign me turn my back bet they will knife me
Rather f*ck around with these hookers every other chick around me wanna wife me
Done with the free shit if you want a verse get the cash app and pay me
And I got a pay pal if you wanna hot track no doubt you will need me
Welcome to the bottom man i got alot a hatas on a a bottle now they sleep like I'm lada dada
What you think You got a notha shota motha sucka when Im hit em wit a baseball bat hey botta botta
I'm a f*ckin fighta man I'm not a lova so hot burn em wit da lava when I brought a llama everytime you bringin drama guess I gotta leave please not a lot a time gotta date wit ya baby mama
Let's go neva been a bitch hoe Neva back in down 50 cent wit da pen hoe
I own Neva need a rental, driving in a benzo
You stuck slidin in a pento
Run up a dude like I'm djengo gonna put a dot on his head like an Indo
Dog I been a boss yo keep on talkin motha f*cka In Jones put you in the ground like a fossil
Nobody here that can see me like a full face, hits on a track catch a cold case
Take over shit no Lebron James , cant move in call me Tom this MySpace
Y'all like a straight edge but you cant fade me,
You not a G you fugazees
No one here that can save me put my X in a box hoe tried to play me
Any body here wanna see sum, can't slow down got my free runs
Can't stop now got three sons, pull out game game weak now I got a 3 sons
Love fire arms got 3 guns bitch on my arms for the free guns
Steph on the court I hit a three once, girls in my bed I'm a bout a hit a three once
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Nobody here that can see me like a full face, hits on a track catch a cold case
Take over shit no Lebron James , cant move in call me Tom this MySpace
Y'all like a straight edge but you cant fade me
You not a G you fugazees
No one here that can save me put my X in a box hoe tried to play me
Any body here wanna see sum, can't slow down got my free runs
Can't stop now got three sons, pull out game game weak now I got a 3 sons
Love fire arms got 3 guns bitch on my arms for the free guns
Steph on the court I hit a three once, girls in my bed I'm a bout a hit a three once
Plugging in my mic like a Roku dog you don't want no beef, maybe get sum tofu
Neva gonna win no one knows you feel it in ya gut like a fat f*ck and soul food
Lot a y'all hate cuz I'm so rude jealous of the flow cuz I'm fresh like produce
No cheese but you got some jewels got a double cup but I bet you got no juice
Try to catch up but I'm too high like I'm Jordan Belfort gone off the qualudes
Aint done yet this da prelude, motivate from the hate guess I can thank you
Don't need shit like your feed back, Fell like Oscar can I get my feet back
Take her breath away like a c pap then I'm gone like Mac Miller when he relapsed
Cold with the shot like I'm Steve Jackson
Like an allergy wit the reaction
Movin up quick you can see traction
Want a diss track I'll send 3 at ya
Now I'm kickin back and I'm relaxin
Wanna slow me down then I'll go faster
I am the shit like I took a laxitive
Dont believe me then you betta ask em
Nobody here that can see me like a full face, hits on a track catch a cold case
Take over shit no Lebron James , cant move in call me Tom this MySpace
Y'all like a straight edge but you cant fade me,
You not a G you fugazees
No one here that can save me put my X in a box hoe tried to play me
Any body here wanna see sum, can't slow down got my free runs
Can't stop now got three sons, pull out game game weak now I got a 3 sons
Love fire arms got 3 guns bitch on my arms for the free guns
Steph on the court I hit a three once, girls in my bed I'm a bout a hit a three once
F*ck about a gun I got bare fists hit em in the mouth, if it's wrong I don't care bitch
Quick with the release, take a step back and I'm swingin to the left w like I'm Chavez
I'm like Kyrie f*ck the whole team this my league
Don't take drugs but i will pop one if I get the chance to f*ck Miley
Got a couple shots in my ice tea, sip a little more get white boy hyphy
Flow game to smooth y'all betta move if not bitch you can fight me
To many fake labels wanna sign me turn my back bet they will knife me
Rather f*ck around with these hookers every other chick around me wanna wife me
Done with the free shit if you want a verse get the cash app and pay me
And I got a pay pal if you wanna hot track no doubt you will need me
Welcome to the bottom man i got alot a hatas on a a bottle now they sleep like I'm lada dada
What you think You got a notha shota motha sucka when Im hit em wit a baseball bat hey botta botta
I'm a f*ckin fighta man I'm not a lova so hot burn em wit da lava when I brought a llama everytime you bringin drama guess I gotta leave please not a lot a time gotta date wit ya baby mama
Let's go neva been a bitch hoe Neva back in down 50 cent wit da pen hoe
I own Neva need a rental, driving in a benzo
You stuck slidin in a pento
Run up a dude like I'm djengo gonna put a dot on his head like an Indo
Dog I been a boss yo keep on talkin motha f*cka In Jones put you in the ground like a fossil
Nobody here that can see me like a full face, hits on a track catch a cold case
Take over shit no Lebron James , cant move in call me Tom this MySpace
Y'all like a straight edge but you cant fade me,
You not a G you fugazees
No one here that can save me put my X in a box hoe tried to play me
Any body here wanna see sum, can't slow down got my free runs
Can't stop now got three sons, pull out game game weak now I got a 3 sons
Love fire arms got 3 guns bitch on my arms for the free guns
Steph on the court I hit a three once, girls in my bed I'm a bout a hit a three once
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Writer: Jacob Martini
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