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GMF THA Mafia - Cold Nights Lyrics



GMF THA Mafia - Cold Nights Lyrics




Cold nights for the fiends I be scavenging
Take it all paper change nigga rubber band it up
Line wasn't dumping cuz I even ain't have enough
Feeling like I got it rough when really I just want some more

2 Cell phones slapping made me open up a store
Low times showed me how keep it on go
And stay outside until it's gone
Turnt up off the drank bro its time take me home

Mobb talk you don't want no f*cking pistol play
Real deal nba shooters get you gone in 10 days
Dumping hard if it aint one nigga it's to many ways
Serving fresh cookies straight up out the microwave

Posted up swiping pops chopping up like lumber
Watch me elevate and change locations this summer
Phone slapping hard yeah doing f*cking numbers
Im the man with the plan born into breaking bands

Cold nights for the fiends I be scavenging
Take it all paper change nigga rubber band it up
Line wasn't dumping cuz I even ain't have enough
Feeling like I got it rough when really I just want some more

Better deals you can't pass it
Big bag on me what you need ima have it
Would you rather live lavish or stack it
New batch had to vacuum seal then wrap it

Heads lined up shit wet need a napkin
I must admit im addicting to this trappin
Out the window moving fast damn just like magic
GMF the mobb we a slide leave em patent

Been balling for a minute you can stats shit
Remember days I used be a maverick
Now it's straight out the field & I'll let em have it
On the road to meet it don't you move to fast kid

Cold nights for the fiends I be scavenging
Take it all paper change nigga rubber band it up
Line wasn't dumping cause I even ain't have enough
Feeling like I got it rough when really I just want some more
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Cold nights for the fiends I be scavenging
Take it all paper change nigga rubber band it up
Line wasn't dumping cuz I even ain't have enough
Feeling like I got it rough when really I just want some more

2 Cell phones slapping made me open up a store
Low times showed me how keep it on go
And stay outside until it's gone
Turnt up off the drank bro its time take me home

Mobb talk you don't want no f*cking pistol play
Real deal nba shooters get you gone in 10 days
Dumping hard if it aint one nigga it's to many ways
Serving fresh cookies straight up out the microwave

Posted up swiping pops chopping up like lumber
Watch me elevate and change locations this summer
Phone slapping hard yeah doing f*cking numbers
Im the man with the plan born into breaking bands

Cold nights for the fiends I be scavenging
Take it all paper change nigga rubber band it up
Line wasn't dumping cuz I even ain't have enough
Feeling like I got it rough when really I just want some more

Better deals you can't pass it
Big bag on me what you need ima have it
Would you rather live lavish or stack it
New batch had to vacuum seal then wrap it

Heads lined up shit wet need a napkin
I must admit im addicting to this trappin
Out the window moving fast damn just like magic
GMF the mobb we a slide leave em patent

Been balling for a minute you can stats shit
Remember days I used be a maverick
Now it's straight out the field & I'll let em have it
On the road to meet it don't you move to fast kid

Cold nights for the fiends I be scavenging
Take it all paper change nigga rubber band it up
Line wasn't dumping cause I even ain't have enough
Feeling like I got it rough when really I just want some more
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Writer: Torieux Thomas
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Performed By: GMF THA Mafia
Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: Torieux Thomas
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