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Kold Kash & Nick Costa & Feral G - Treadmill Lyrics



Kold Kash & Nick Costa & Feral G - Treadmill Lyrics




Get straight to the loot no chess
Row and I row and I row
Hey, Hey, you already know how I snow

Pussy so wet (Wet)
Imma disrespect (Let's get it)
Nigga won't hit this next
Bet he gon get this teck (Bow, Bow)
I send shots like tecks
Bet he gon' get this mess (Hey, Hey)
And he can't reply to that
But I know this shit got read (Hey)
Don't let it go to your head
Trap phone ringin', I ain't goin' bed
Imma stay up til I'm out
Thankful for bighead I coulda been dead
Tot on my pants like a shed
Shorty on me like blood on red
I run up a mill on no tread
I run up a mill on no tread

Blessed on blessed on bless
Shorty got neck on deck
Phone going off, getting no rest
Gettin' straight to the loot, no chess
Two cups, I ain't talking no breast
I get worked than I stretched
Cause I run up a mill on no tread
I run up a mill on no tread

Hit rock bottom like fred
I was in way over my head
Ocean state I was in too deep
Shit got cold, I brought out the sled (Sled)
Slid on niggas for the head (Skir, skir)
You make that, you gon' lay in that bed
Cause I pop me a pill no meds
Pop me a pill no meds
I got a big ole' bag in the booth
Watch what you say
Shit could happen to you
Never been a geek
I was trappin' in school
Wanted to be rich
Wasn't stackin' for shoes
Went from not having to having the juice (Cause, hey, hey)

I got this shit on finesse
I got this shit on finesse

Pussy so wet (Wet)
Imma disrespect (Let's get it)
Nigga won't hit this next
Bet he gon get this teck (Bow, Bow)
I send shots like tecks
Bet he gon' get this mess (Hey, Hey)
And he can't reply to that
But I know this shit got read (Hey)
Don't let it go to your head
Trap phone ringin', I ain't goin' bed
Imma stay up til I'm out
Thankful for bighead I coulda been dead
Tot on my pants like a shed
Shorty on me like blood on red
I run up a mill on no tread
I run up a mill on no tread

(No tread, IIIII, Ouuuuuuu)
I run up a mill on no tread
I run up a mill on no tread

Blessed on blessed on bless
Shorty got neck on deck
Phone going off, getting no rest
Gettin' straight to the loot, no chess

Blessed on blessed on bless
Shorty got neck on deck
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Get straight to the loot no chess
Row and I row and I row
Hey, Hey, you already know how I snow

Pussy so wet (Wet)
Imma disrespect (Let's get it)
Nigga won't hit this next
Bet he gon get this teck (Bow, Bow)
I send shots like tecks
Bet he gon' get this mess (Hey, Hey)
And he can't reply to that
But I know this shit got read (Hey)
Don't let it go to your head
Trap phone ringin', I ain't goin' bed
Imma stay up til I'm out
Thankful for bighead I coulda been dead
Tot on my pants like a shed
Shorty on me like blood on red
I run up a mill on no tread
I run up a mill on no tread

Blessed on blessed on bless
Shorty got neck on deck
Phone going off, getting no rest
Gettin' straight to the loot, no chess
Two cups, I ain't talking no breast
I get worked than I stretched
Cause I run up a mill on no tread
I run up a mill on no tread

Hit rock bottom like fred
I was in way over my head
Ocean state I was in too deep
Shit got cold, I brought out the sled (Sled)
Slid on niggas for the head (Skir, skir)
You make that, you gon' lay in that bed
Cause I pop me a pill no meds
Pop me a pill no meds
I got a big ole' bag in the booth
Watch what you say
Shit could happen to you
Never been a geek
I was trappin' in school
Wanted to be rich
Wasn't stackin' for shoes
Went from not having to having the juice (Cause, hey, hey)

I got this shit on finesse
I got this shit on finesse

Pussy so wet (Wet)
Imma disrespect (Let's get it)
Nigga won't hit this next
Bet he gon get this teck (Bow, Bow)
I send shots like tecks
Bet he gon' get this mess (Hey, Hey)
And he can't reply to that
But I know this shit got read (Hey)
Don't let it go to your head
Trap phone ringin', I ain't goin' bed
Imma stay up til I'm out
Thankful for bighead I coulda been dead
Tot on my pants like a shed
Shorty on me like blood on red
I run up a mill on no tread
I run up a mill on no tread

(No tread, IIIII, Ouuuuuuu)
I run up a mill on no tread
I run up a mill on no tread

Blessed on blessed on bless
Shorty got neck on deck
Phone going off, getting no rest
Gettin' straight to the loot, no chess

Blessed on blessed on bless
Shorty got neck on deck
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Writer: Gerrod King
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Kold Kash & Nick Costa & Feral G - Treadmill Video
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Performed By: Kold Kash & Nick Costa & Feral G
Length: 2:32
Written by: Gerrod King

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