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Cold Hearted Video (MV)




Performed By: Richh2x
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Richh 2x




Richh2x - Cold Hearted Lyrics




Jumped in the game played my position
Cold hearted I was in them trenches
We was in a f*cked up condition
Put the game on lock like a submission
Trap hard til the sun down
Money call so I pick up
Where I'm they don't put the gun down
If its problems they gon pick it up
At 16 I turned the scale on and since then I been bagging up
Counting money getting paper cuts
Aint loving hoes my feelings tuck
AR leave him where he stand
The ER gone have to pick him up
Never once I feared a man
If that nigga bleed like us

Aye!
Im running it up
Birds chirping its early as f*ck
Sweatpants got guap in em
Don't need no bitch im getting bucks
Why tote the strap if u scared to bust
When u broke as f*ck it feel like u stuck
JayZ i got the blueprint ion have doubts ion need no luck
Me and gang on the same mission like we linked on GTA
Aint YBN choppa got a Jay
Gon be lost boy like Cordae
When im solo im on go
Made a lot of pros its a beautiful day
The softest niggas be the talking niggas in a food fight wouldn't bust a grape
K clip curl like a C
Know crip bitch who replace her B's
Out in cali im looking for dem P's
Jumped in that deep end wit them sharks no sheep
I can count a 10 while im half sleep
I can f*ck a bitch while im half woke
No free clout i aint posting hoes
When i get my nut its time to go
Aye! Ayeee!
Adding up putting mo in my safe
Losing sleep but im getting paid
Busting zippers need to lose some weight
Aye! Aye!
Flash on the stick no photograph
Ima BP by the way I pump gas
So many O's break em down to halfs
Aye! Aye!
16 zips baby do the math
Heat em up like a stove cuz I got mo bread then a wonder bag
Aye! Aye!
2 years since i been down bad
Calculations wit a digi scale
After this run ima act a ass

Trap hard til the sun down
Money call so I pick up
Where I'm they don't put the gun down
If its problems they gon pick it up
At 16 I turned the scale on and since then I been bagging up
Counting money getting paper cuts
Aint loving hoes my feelings tuck

Jumped in the game played my position
Cold hearted I was in them trenches
We was in a f*cked up condition
Put the game on lock like a submission

Jumped in the game played my position
Cold hearted I was in them trenches
We was in a f*cked up condition
Put the game on lock like a submission
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Jumped in the game played my position
Cold hearted I was in them trenches
We was in a f*cked up condition
Put the game on lock like a submission
Trap hard til the sun down
Money call so I pick up
Where I'm they don't put the gun down
If its problems they gon pick it up
At 16 I turned the scale on and since then I been bagging up
Counting money getting paper cuts
Aint loving hoes my feelings tuck
AR leave him where he stand
The ER gone have to pick him up
Never once I feared a man
If that nigga bleed like us

Aye!
Im running it up
Birds chirping its early as f*ck
Sweatpants got guap in em
Don't need no bitch im getting bucks
Why tote the strap if u scared to bust
When u broke as f*ck it feel like u stuck
JayZ i got the blueprint ion have doubts ion need no luck
Me and gang on the same mission like we linked on GTA
Aint YBN choppa got a Jay
Gon be lost boy like Cordae
When im solo im on go
Made a lot of pros its a beautiful day
The softest niggas be the talking niggas in a food fight wouldn't bust a grape
K clip curl like a C
Know crip bitch who replace her B's
Out in cali im looking for dem P's
Jumped in that deep end wit them sharks no sheep
I can count a 10 while im half sleep
I can f*ck a bitch while im half woke
No free clout i aint posting hoes
When i get my nut its time to go
Aye! Ayeee!
Adding up putting mo in my safe
Losing sleep but im getting paid
Busting zippers need to lose some weight
Aye! Aye!
Flash on the stick no photograph
Ima BP by the way I pump gas
So many O's break em down to halfs
Aye! Aye!
16 zips baby do the math
Heat em up like a stove cuz I got mo bread then a wonder bag
Aye! Aye!
2 years since i been down bad
Calculations wit a digi scale
After this run ima act a ass

Trap hard til the sun down
Money call so I pick up
Where I'm they don't put the gun down
If its problems they gon pick it up
At 16 I turned the scale on and since then I been bagging up
Counting money getting paper cuts
Aint loving hoes my feelings tuck

Jumped in the game played my position
Cold hearted I was in them trenches
We was in a f*cked up condition
Put the game on lock like a submission

Jumped in the game played my position
Cold hearted I was in them trenches
We was in a f*cked up condition
Put the game on lock like a submission
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Writer: Richh 2x
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