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Cold As Fuck Video (MV)




Performed By: Macca
Language: English
Length: 1:18
Written by: Macaullay Crawford




Macca - Cold As Fuck Lyrics
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I'm back up on my bullshit bitch i'm cocky as f*ck
Always chopping up buds drunk at the back of the pub
Cockeyed, hotlines ringing for the bling, stop sign
Stop right there you're a gronk living a flops life
I want more money than i can carry around
I think its funny i mean ugly i cant stomach it now
How many people out here worried bout the government
Wow, but still wont do a f*cking thing to stop them from running us down
I want outie like a belly button, and travel far away
Plan a great escape i guess im leaving up this fathers day
Hard to change your ways if you just sit there till you pass away
This ain't no f*cking COD no second chances, ain't no aftertaste
I masquerade in a darker place as i char the chamber
Ill start a race and then finish it just to get you angered
My bars are weapons yours are fruity, don't try arking matey
If you do you'll quickly lose and probably end up barbie blazin
I'm past the state of schizophrenic it plays on my mind
Manic half the time i'm awake, and it makes me wonder why
Why i'm high is it fine, why's it like this Gutter kid yeah with a pair of scruffed up nike kicks
I'll never change, and i put that on my mothers grave
I'm insane with a heart just like a weather change
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I'm back up on my bullshit bitch i'm cocky as f*ck
Always chopping up buds drunk at the back of the pub
Cockeyed, hotlines ringing for the bling, stop sign
Stop right there you're a gronk living a flops life
I want more money than i can carry around
I think its funny i mean ugly i cant stomach it now
How many people out here worried bout the government
Wow, but still wont do a f*cking thing to stop them from running us down
I want outie like a belly button, and travel far away
Plan a great escape i guess im leaving up this fathers day
Hard to change your ways if you just sit there till you pass away
This ain't no f*cking COD no second chances, ain't no aftertaste
I masquerade in a darker place as i char the chamber
Ill start a race and then finish it just to get you angered
My bars are weapons yours are fruity, don't try arking matey
If you do you'll quickly lose and probably end up barbie blazin
I'm past the state of schizophrenic it plays on my mind
Manic half the time i'm awake, and it makes me wonder why
Why i'm high is it fine, why's it like this Gutter kid yeah with a pair of scruffed up nike kicks
I'll never change, and i put that on my mothers grave
I'm insane with a heart just like a weather change
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Writer: Macaullay Crawford
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