Conversations with the dead
Only here to stack the bread
To the money where I pledge
I ain't talking to the feds
Ben franks on a Mueller
Gotta team full of shooters
When it come to the ice
Need a fridge, not a cooler
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Yeah it's getting real cold need to warm it up
Yeah that's what I said in that last song
I'm on top of the game I done passed on
Killing all of these no headstone
If you thinking you hot boy you dead wrong
I'm still eating I think I got hefty
James harden but I ain't a lefty
She want ice on her neck she so petty
In the gym balling hard like I'm medalin'
Me and Cam yeah we running for Prezi
I just hope that we win the election
A Trump man that dude is a peasant
Used to work from like three to eleven
Now I grind cause I know that I'm destined
I just hope that they all get the message
We so cold and we coming for necks
Conversations with the dead
Only here to stack the bread
To the money where I pledge
I ain't talking to the feds
Ben franks on a Mueller
Gotta team full of shooters
When it come to the ice
Need a fridge, not a cooler
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
I'm cooler than sub, zero
Snow whiter than packing a kilo
Know people that's pushing the work
They hunting em down in the helo
I pray that they get out the streets
It ain't nothing but death on the block
They calling me corny
At least I'm alive to put in that time on the clock
Can't imagine me telling me daughters
They only gone see me through bars
I'm Sculpting these bars with a diamond that's dancing
And showing me all of the stars
Let 'em sleep
Lullaby that's a cold night baby
I'm chocolate but they still call me ice ice baby
Conversations with the dead
Only here to stack the bread
To the money where I pledge
I ain't talking to the feds
Ben franks on a Mueller
Gotta team full of shooters
When it come to the ice
Need a fridge, not a cooler
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cameron London - Cold (feat. YNS JD) Lyrics
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Conversations with the dead
Only here to stack the bread
To the money where I pledge
I ain't talking to the feds
Ben franks on a Mueller
Gotta team full of shooters
When it come to the ice
Need a fridge, not a cooler
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Yeah it's getting real cold need to warm it up
Yeah that's what I said in that last song
I'm on top of the game I done passed on
Killing all of these no headstone
If you thinking you hot boy you dead wrong
I'm still eating I think I got hefty
James harden but I ain't a lefty
She want ice on her neck she so petty
In the gym balling hard like I'm medalin'
Me and Cam yeah we running for Prezi
I just hope that we win the election
A Trump man that dude is a peasant
Used to work from like three to eleven
Now I grind cause I know that I'm destined
I just hope that they all get the message
We so cold and we coming for necks
Conversations with the dead
Only here to stack the bread
To the money where I pledge
I ain't talking to the feds
Ben franks on a Mueller
Gotta team full of shooters
When it come to the ice
Need a fridge, not a cooler
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
I'm cooler than sub, zero
Snow whiter than packing a kilo
Know people that's pushing the work
They hunting em down in the helo
I pray that they get out the streets
It ain't nothing but death on the block
They calling me corny
At least I'm alive to put in that time on the clock
Can't imagine me telling me daughters
They only gone see me through bars
I'm Sculpting these bars with a diamond that's dancing
And showing me all of the stars
Let 'em sleep
Lullaby that's a cold night baby
I'm chocolate but they still call me ice ice baby
Conversations with the dead
Only here to stack the bread
To the money where I pledge
I ain't talking to the feds
Ben franks on a Mueller
Gotta team full of shooters
When it come to the ice
Need a fridge, not a cooler
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Only here to stack the bread
To the money where I pledge
I ain't talking to the feds
Ben franks on a Mueller
Gotta team full of shooters
When it come to the ice
Need a fridge, not a cooler
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Yeah it's getting real cold need to warm it up
Yeah that's what I said in that last song
I'm on top of the game I done passed on
Killing all of these no headstone
If you thinking you hot boy you dead wrong
I'm still eating I think I got hefty
James harden but I ain't a lefty
She want ice on her neck she so petty
In the gym balling hard like I'm medalin'
Me and Cam yeah we running for Prezi
I just hope that we win the election
A Trump man that dude is a peasant
Used to work from like three to eleven
Now I grind cause I know that I'm destined
I just hope that they all get the message
We so cold and we coming for necks
Conversations with the dead
Only here to stack the bread
To the money where I pledge
I ain't talking to the feds
Ben franks on a Mueller
Gotta team full of shooters
When it come to the ice
Need a fridge, not a cooler
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
I'm cooler than sub, zero
Snow whiter than packing a kilo
Know people that's pushing the work
They hunting em down in the helo
I pray that they get out the streets
It ain't nothing but death on the block
They calling me corny
At least I'm alive to put in that time on the clock
Can't imagine me telling me daughters
They only gone see me through bars
I'm Sculpting these bars with a diamond that's dancing
And showing me all of the stars
Let 'em sleep
Lullaby that's a cold night baby
I'm chocolate but they still call me ice ice baby
Conversations with the dead
Only here to stack the bread
To the money where I pledge
I ain't talking to the feds
Ben franks on a Mueller
Gotta team full of shooters
When it come to the ice
Need a fridge, not a cooler
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Cold
Everything cold
Writer: Cameron London, David Jackson, Dereon Watson, Jordan Hall
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Cameron London
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Cameron London, David Jackson, Dereon Watson, Jordan Hall