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Stay swanky... Yeah, it's Coolie yo, I hit you with the cold emoji No emotion, acting like I'm frozen, homie Chosen to be out here in the open, homie You don't know me, I ain't much for comforting so don't console me Pass me that fedora right there by the Zippo Please don't make this hard and let's go bout it simple Let's be legendary, talking monumental Talking highly mental, apply pressure right there by the temple Mobbing with the mobsters in the Windy At Forest Park when I'm in Chicago city We can shop on Michigan for Fendi And all the hustlers in between got good and plenty Big cold chilling, big swanking on 'em Y'all should thank'em for it, y'all been aching for a statement on'em I hope it's resonating, ain't no hating on 'em I done went so cold that everywhere I go I'm skating on 'em Nigga, don't act like you ain't know, oh-oh-oh (Can't act like you don't know, nigga) I don't know if imma be back, let's roll, oh-oh-oh (Let's go! Let's go!) You gon have to catch me on that road, oh-oh-oh (I'm on the road, what's up) Feeling like Iceberg Slim, I'm cold, oh-oh-oh Letras de canciones(Hahahaha) Cold blooded, nigga! My temperature is Lakeshore in winter time Ain't waiting for nobody else to give me mine I ain't see you with me, we was hunting meals So you ain't sitting with me when it's dinner time Really tho, the nerve that you could think you're so deserving I ain't with it so I'm curving, everybody getting swerved And I ain't saying that your purpose isn't real or isn't worth it Your proposal here is lacking certain passion so it's curtains Can't nobody hold me, Coolie cold about it I make it difficult to ask you what you know about it While you being petty, salty, acting like a hoe about it You can cry a river, go around and build a float up out it, hmm I wonder why he act like he don't give a shit Tryna be the savage takes some practice, please remember this My level of acid isn't average, he's ridiculous And he can be relentless in his efforts towards his frigidness, ah! Nigga, don't act like you ain't know, oh-oh-oh (Can't act like you don't know, nigga) I don't know if imma be back, let's roll, oh-oh-oh (Let's go! Let's go!) You gon have to catch me on that road, oh-oh-oh (I'm on the road, what's up) Feeling like Iceberg Slim, I'm cold, oh-oh-oh They call me Nefarious X-Raided, yours truly Kenyatta’s Revenge chilling with (Iceberg Coolie, nigga) Mobile mechanic, everywhere I go I got that toolie Kill a pigeon if Joey send me the word that he a stoolie, yeah I be on my South Side Sac shit That Ronald Regan 'War on Drugs', 'Paid In Full' crack shit Gang banging, walking to the store, better watch your back, bitch Assassins like Raymond Reddington, have you on that Black List Swank Sinatra sent me to paint ya block up No gimmicks, No Limit, you gon need a tank to stop us (uhhh) I’m a Master with P’s, the Kane gets chopped up I got keys, ounces and G’s, we slanging it wet or rocked up Used to be Levi’s and khaki suits, now we in three pieces Paid college tuition for two nephews and three nieces Bought the property, fuck a mortgage payment, who needs leases We the leaders, pressing the line like starch and clean creases (Bloc!) Nigga, don't act like you ain't know, oh-oh-oh (Can't act like you don't know, nigga) I don't know if imma be back, let's roll, oh-oh-oh (Let's go! Let's go!) You gon have to catch me on that road, oh-oh-oh (I'm on the road, what's up) Feeling like Iceberg Slim, I'm cold, oh-oh-oh (Hahahaha) Iceberg Coolie, nigga... From Letras Mania