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Cold Video (MV)




Performed By: Yung Henry
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: Henry Casey
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Yung Henry - Cold Lyrics




Song so hot, but the vibes so cold
Yung Henry from the 914
Lookin' at money like "where you been?"
R.I.P. bro, wish I could see him
But I gotta tell you, right now I'm on one
Gotta tell you like how I'm the one
Gotta tell you right now, the one
Gotta make my mom proud, I'm her son

No problem
Stay proper
Gotta get that green guapa'
Cheese toppa'
Can't stoppa'
Can't stop it, gotta cop it
Like a rocket, fly topic
Aye Yung Henry he the hot topic

Ouuuuu you gonna here a lot about me
Ouuuuu you gonna wish you were around me
Ouuuuu but ain't nobody be around me
F**k the fakes, I'ma keep my gang surrounding me

914, 914, whippin' it fast and I'm whippin' a foreign
Haters' they mad cuz my car is so fast and it zoomin' and soarin'
That is too bad cuz they sleepin' on cash and they could be important
Just give me a couple years and I swear all ya'll gonna be recordin'

Ouuuu I be speedin' off
Ouuuu I drop the top
Ouuuu I be speedin' off
Ouuuu cuz I drop the top

Song so hot, but the vibes so cold
Yung Henry from the 914
Lookin' at money like "where you been?"
R.I.P. bro, wish I could see him
But I gotta tell you, right now I'm on one
Gotta tell you like how I'm the one
Gotta tell you right now, the one
Gotta make my mom proud, I'm her son
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English

Song so hot, but the vibes so cold
Yung Henry from the 914
Lookin' at money like "where you been?"
R.I.P. bro, wish I could see him
But I gotta tell you, right now I'm on one
Gotta tell you like how I'm the one
Gotta tell you right now, the one
Gotta make my mom proud, I'm her son

No problem
Stay proper
Gotta get that green guapa'
Cheese toppa'
Can't stoppa'
Can't stop it, gotta cop it
Like a rocket, fly topic
Aye Yung Henry he the hot topic

Ouuuuu you gonna here a lot about me
Ouuuuu you gonna wish you were around me
Ouuuuu but ain't nobody be around me
F**k the fakes, I'ma keep my gang surrounding me

914, 914, whippin' it fast and I'm whippin' a foreign
Haters' they mad cuz my car is so fast and it zoomin' and soarin'
That is too bad cuz they sleepin' on cash and they could be important
Just give me a couple years and I swear all ya'll gonna be recordin'

Ouuuu I be speedin' off
Ouuuu I drop the top
Ouuuu I be speedin' off
Ouuuu cuz I drop the top

Song so hot, but the vibes so cold
Yung Henry from the 914
Lookin' at money like "where you been?"
R.I.P. bro, wish I could see him
But I gotta tell you, right now I'm on one
Gotta tell you like how I'm the one
Gotta tell you right now, the one
Gotta make my mom proud, I'm her son
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Writer: Henry Casey
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