Ibn Inglor - Cold Storm (2013)

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Ibn Inglor - Cold Storm lyrics


[Verse 1]
Living live of a don, I showed my momma
How I got these bitches, making all of my commas
Bitches all on my dick, right, cause im the shit, right
And I make real shit right, and you bring your whole clique right
Tonight's the night we live life, throw that dress on make it tight
Make it fit bitch cause you impression
I'll lose control you keep pressing me
This the party of the year grab the jeep
Grab the porsche, hit the motherfucking gear
Grab my motherfucking beer, Soho, Uptown, I rose in a year
GawdsSpeed we in here, GawdsSpeed in a year we just took our time
Never fear. Never Fear the roads
This paths getting clearer boi, we look in the mirror boy
The farest in the land, You drop hell of late we don't hear ya Boy

Riding on a Bike in a Cold Storm, COLD STORM x4

These Bitches Lying, Why these bitches lying
These Niggas Lying, Just keep on lying
Why these bitches lying, why they keep on lying
Why these niggas lying, why they keep on lying

[Verse 2]
They never Sending Shots, They Never cooking coke in a pot, yeah
Whipping in the spot, we shut the whole block down
We got the whole lot poppin, yeah, Who the Fuck gone stop me
Shit, ain't nobody gone stop me, shit I ain't even gone stop me
Bitch, I ain't even done talkin, yeah don't ever interrupt me nigga
I Had to deal with a couple niggas, that love interrupting niggas
Got the whole club bussing, nigga Juan got the mag and he bussing, nigga
Altgeld gardens we don't fuck with niggas, we don't tussle nigga
Straight buckle boi, NEW WAVE in the jungle