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Stormzy - Cold Lyrics



Stormzy - Cold Lyrics




Okay
Coldest nigga alive, I'm so cold
You niggas get on my nerves, you're so old
Easy, yeah, alright

I baited my whip in the vid like a prick
Now I'm carless (Cold)
Now it's a Uber ting, I've still got this regardless (Cold)
Who? What? Them man there?
Nah, them man are harmless (Cold)
I just went to the park with my friends and I charted (Wow)
I have never been a victim, never been a target (Cold)
The girls love this shit, yeah, they love it like Barfest (Cold)
#Merky the label and I'm coming like darkers (Cold)
I was on the roads when Giggs made "Talkin' Da Hardest" (Wow)
Look, rudeboy, done him on sight
One time, check two, bun him on sight
Niggas ain't brave I can't see it on your face
Let me tell you 'bout the days I was running on a hype like
Who are you? Where you been? Where your snow line?
Where your stacks? Where your strap? Where your crow line?
Big pump, don't stunt when it's showtime
Kinda funny how I didn't need a cosign
Shut your mout, you ain't squeezing
Pussy boy, I just leave him
I've been cold the whole season
I should call my next one "Freezing"
Touch the mic, then just wheel 'em
You man have got too much feelings
Late night, I'm at Neasden
Filet-o-Fish and I'm breezing
Ain't dropped nothin' for a minute, I'm fine (Cold)
Roll to the booth, then I bill it with rhymes (Cold)
Know a couple OGs that are living off crime (Cold)
But a young black boy made a milli' off grime (Wow)
So tell Boris Johnson "suck your mum, we don't care" (we don't care, bruv)
And tell them riot feds "oi, buss your gun? You won't dare (you won't dare bruv)
All my young black kings rise up, man, this is our year
And my young black queens right there
It's been a long time coming, I swear
If you don't turn this up, it's no fun
You ain't heard of us? You're so dumb
Can't be scared of pussyole youts
You can have your burner tucked, I won't run
You can have all the hype I won't dust
You can send all you like, you won't buss
Man can't bluff me out, I call bluffs
Them boys get f*cked about and call us
Crikey
"Oh my God, it's big Mikey!"
Cut the whip, it's so pricey
I should call my next one "Icy"
Touch the mic and get lively
Don't draw me out, I asked nicely
Do the road and do wifey
I wonder why they don't like me
Cah' I'm... cold
Cold
Cold
Ride out everyting's cold as a cold, cold summer
Cold, everyting's cold
Hashtag merky 20-sh...
I've been cold the season
I should call my next one "Freezing"
I've been cold the season
I should call my next one "Freezing"
I've been cold the season
I should call my next one "Freezing"
I've been cold the season
I should call my next one- easy
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Okay
Coldest nigga alive, I'm so cold
You niggas get on my nerves, you're so old
Easy, yeah, alright

I baited my whip in the vid like a prick
Now I'm carless (Cold)
Now it's a Uber ting, I've still got this regardless (Cold)
Who? What? Them man there?
Nah, them man are harmless (Cold)
I just went to the park with my friends and I charted (Wow)
I have never been a victim, never been a target (Cold)
The girls love this shit, yeah, they love it like Barfest (Cold)
#Merky the label and I'm coming like darkers (Cold)
I was on the roads when Giggs made "Talkin' Da Hardest" (Wow)
Look, rudeboy, done him on sight
One time, check two, bun him on sight
Niggas ain't brave I can't see it on your face
Let me tell you 'bout the days I was running on a hype like
Who are you? Where you been? Where your snow line?
Where your stacks? Where your strap? Where your crow line?
Big pump, don't stunt when it's showtime
Kinda funny how I didn't need a cosign
Shut your mout, you ain't squeezing
Pussy boy, I just leave him
I've been cold the whole season
I should call my next one "Freezing"
Touch the mic, then just wheel 'em
You man have got too much feelings
Late night, I'm at Neasden
Filet-o-Fish and I'm breezing
Ain't dropped nothin' for a minute, I'm fine (Cold)
Roll to the booth, then I bill it with rhymes (Cold)
Know a couple OGs that are living off crime (Cold)
But a young black boy made a milli' off grime (Wow)
So tell Boris Johnson "suck your mum, we don't care" (we don't care, bruv)
And tell them riot feds "oi, buss your gun? You won't dare (you won't dare bruv)
All my young black kings rise up, man, this is our year
And my young black queens right there
It's been a long time coming, I swear
If you don't turn this up, it's no fun
You ain't heard of us? You're so dumb
Can't be scared of pussyole youts
You can have your burner tucked, I won't run
You can have all the hype I won't dust
You can send all you like, you won't buss
Man can't bluff me out, I call bluffs
Them boys get f*cked about and call us
Crikey
"Oh my God, it's big Mikey!"
Cut the whip, it's so pricey
I should call my next one "Icy"
Touch the mic and get lively
Don't draw me out, I asked nicely
Do the road and do wifey
I wonder why they don't like me
Cah' I'm... cold
Cold
Cold
Ride out everyting's cold as a cold, cold summer
Cold, everyting's cold
Hashtag merky 20-sh...
I've been cold the season
I should call my next one "Freezing"
I've been cold the season
I should call my next one "Freezing"
I've been cold the season
I should call my next one "Freezing"
I've been cold the season
I should call my next one- easy
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Writer: MICHAEL EBENAZER KWADJO OMARI OWUO JUNIOR, ANTHONY BAMGBOYE, THOMAS BRODERICK
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing

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