Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
Me and my niggas
Gone slide on them
My niggas pull homi's
We fire on them
Yea all of my niggas
Gone ride for me
And all of your niggas
Gone die homie
All of my niggas
They shoot to kill
Can't leave no signs
Might keep a squeal
Yea all of my niggas
They about that drill
I keep the stick
Yea keep the steel
All of my niggas
They trained to peel
All of my niggas on go
Ain't none of my niggas no hoe
All of my niggas want smoke
We bringing that beef to your door
Like a caution sign
When you approach
Like the green light
They on go
Be quiet
Before we make you choke
Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
F*ck them cold nights
I done ran it up
Plenty days I ain't even have shit
No one to call on
Who I'm gone call on
Only thing I had was a brick
Love for my niggas
They left me in designer
So I had to cut them niggas off quick
Bitches didn't love
They really didn't like me
Only thing them hoes wanted was some dick
And all I wanted was a brick
And a couple hundreds
On my nightstand
Right there where the glock at
If you try to up
Then I swear I'm spraying
People be talking that mula
But ain't getting guala
What the f*ck you gone do about it
I be in the front room smoking gas
Got the whole room crowded
Niggas be really mad
When they see another brother with some talent
What type of business you handling
Your pockets done shrunk
They was balanced
Couple shots to the chest
You talking too much
Nigga where's your manners
I remember hitting licks
Splitting with my cousin
Before I call my brother
Gang
Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
Yung Silho - Cold Nights (feat. Blow) Lyrics
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Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
Me and my niggas
Gone slide on them
My niggas pull homi's
We fire on them
Yea all of my niggas
Gone ride for me
And all of your niggas
Gone die homie
All of my niggas
They shoot to kill
Can't leave no signs
Might keep a squeal
Yea all of my niggas
They about that drill
I keep the stick
Yea keep the steel
All of my niggas
They trained to peel
All of my niggas on go
Ain't none of my niggas no hoe
All of my niggas want smoke
We bringing that beef to your door
Like a caution sign
When you approach
Like the green light
They on go
Be quiet
Before we make you choke
Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
F*ck them cold nights
I done ran it up
Plenty days I ain't even have shit
No one to call on
Who I'm gone call on
Only thing I had was a brick
Love for my niggas
They left me in designer
So I had to cut them niggas off quick
Bitches didn't love
They really didn't like me
Only thing them hoes wanted was some dick
And all I wanted was a brick
And a couple hundreds
On my nightstand
Right there where the glock at
If you try to up
Then I swear I'm spraying
People be talking that mula
But ain't getting guala
What the f*ck you gone do about it
I be in the front room smoking gas
Got the whole room crowded
Niggas be really mad
When they see another brother with some talent
What type of business you handling
Your pockets done shrunk
They was balanced
Couple shots to the chest
You talking too much
Nigga where's your manners
I remember hitting licks
Splitting with my cousin
Before I call my brother
Gang
Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
Me and my niggas
Gone slide on them
My niggas pull homi's
We fire on them
Yea all of my niggas
Gone ride for me
And all of your niggas
Gone die homie
All of my niggas
They shoot to kill
Can't leave no signs
Might keep a squeal
Yea all of my niggas
They about that drill
I keep the stick
Yea keep the steel
All of my niggas
They trained to peel
All of my niggas on go
Ain't none of my niggas no hoe
All of my niggas want smoke
We bringing that beef to your door
Like a caution sign
When you approach
Like the green light
They on go
Be quiet
Before we make you choke
Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
F*ck them cold nights
I done ran it up
Plenty days I ain't even have shit
No one to call on
Who I'm gone call on
Only thing I had was a brick
Love for my niggas
They left me in designer
So I had to cut them niggas off quick
Bitches didn't love
They really didn't like me
Only thing them hoes wanted was some dick
And all I wanted was a brick
And a couple hundreds
On my nightstand
Right there where the glock at
If you try to up
Then I swear I'm spraying
People be talking that mula
But ain't getting guala
What the f*ck you gone do about it
I be in the front room smoking gas
Got the whole room crowded
Niggas be really mad
When they see another brother with some talent
What type of business you handling
Your pockets done shrunk
They was balanced
Couple shots to the chest
You talking too much
Nigga where's your manners
I remember hitting licks
Splitting with my cousin
Before I call my brother
Gang
Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
Cold nights
Hard life
Got to keep that pole tight
I done took too many chances
Jeopardizing with me life
Hard fight
Through them nights
Hitting licks
Trying to get right
Doing wrong
Trying to do right
Why they trying to take my life
Writer: Bryce Warren
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