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Young MA - Kold World Lyrics



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(Zaytoven)
Aye, man
Aye, you gotta be careful who you play with
Everybody ain't playin', man

Loyalty ain't nothin' but a word, that's my word
Niggas actin' like they in your lane, then they swerve (skrrt)
You can't sit with us no more, this table is reserved (yeah)
For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon' eat for certain
Niggas ain't gon' leech off me, mm-mm, no, that's for sure
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
I ain't never stressed to be up next, I wait my turn
And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned

Used to cop that weight, we would call it lil' saint
You got money, you got served, that's four-fifty for a plate
Must have really liked that bitch, spent twelve hundred on a date
For potato and a steak and she barely even ate (damn)
Aye, lil' bih (aye), aye, lil' bih (aye), aye, lil' bih
You give me some coochie, I might pay your rent (ooh)
Uh, throw you out the condo if you throw a fit (get outta here)
They tried to hold me back but they can hold this dick
I remember when my pockets only had a twenty and a five
I would go and buy some pizza and some fries
Metrocard for the week, caught the train, ain't had no ride
Debit card ran out of money, when I swiped, it said, "Declined"
Keepin' it a hundred, you know, like two fifty's combined
On Craigslist, like, every day, if they hired, I applied
I ain't got to lie, Craig, I ain't got to lie
And I wouldn't change a thing because today I'm doin' fine
Lost some friends along the way and found some foes (found some foes)
They wasn't who they said they were, no, them was clones (them was clones)
Used to have a heart that beat, now it's a stone (It's a stone)
The more money, the more problems, that's the goal (that's the goal)

Loyalty ain't nothin' but a word, that's my word
Niggas actin' like they in your lane, then they swerve (skrrt)
You can't sit with us no more, this table is reserved
For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon' eat for certain
Niggas ain't gon' leech off me, mm-mm, no, that's for sure
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
I ain't never stressed to be up next, I wait my turn
And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned

Mama used to tell me, "Don't be scared of shit" (I ain't scared of shit)
My pop'll pull up on your block and clear that shit (grr)
Didn't grow up on some sharin', carin' shit (wasn't no sharin' shit)
Mama bought them gifts, none of that Santa shit (not that Santa shit)
Cops and robbers, nigga knockin', blammin' shit (ooh)
And as a teen, I wasn't given nothin', wasn't handed shit (no)
Candy in a sandwich bag, sold that bitch for five
Yeah, I went to class but I would hustle on the side
My grades wasn't bad, they wasn't good, they was aight
Report card's in the mail, if it was bad, then I would sign
Mama didn't work a nine-to-five, no, mama worked from nine-to-nine
So I don't think she mind, nah I'm lyin' (love you mom)

Loyalty ain't nothin' but a word, that's my word
Niggas actin' like they in your lane, then they swerve (skrrt)
You can't sit with us no more, this table is reserved
For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon' eat for certain (gang, gang)
Niggas ain't gon' leech off me, mm-mm, no, that's for sure
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
I ain't never stressed to be up next, I wait my turn
And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned (gang, gang, gang, gang)

Aye, aye (ooh, ooh)
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur (ooh, ooh)
Aye, aye, uh
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
Aye, aye, aye
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
I don't even wanna hit it
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
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(Zaytoven)
Aye, man
Aye, you gotta be careful who you play with
Everybody ain't playin', man

Loyalty ain't nothin' but a word, that's my word
Niggas actin' like they in your lane, then they swerve (skrrt)
You can't sit with us no more, this table is reserved (yeah)
For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon' eat for certain
Niggas ain't gon' leech off me, mm-mm, no, that's for sure
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
I ain't never stressed to be up next, I wait my turn
And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned

Used to cop that weight, we would call it lil' saint
You got money, you got served, that's four-fifty for a plate
Must have really liked that bitch, spent twelve hundred on a date
For potato and a steak and she barely even ate (damn)
Aye, lil' bih (aye), aye, lil' bih (aye), aye, lil' bih
You give me some coochie, I might pay your rent (ooh)
Uh, throw you out the condo if you throw a fit (get outta here)
They tried to hold me back but they can hold this dick
I remember when my pockets only had a twenty and a five
I would go and buy some pizza and some fries
Metrocard for the week, caught the train, ain't had no ride
Debit card ran out of money, when I swiped, it said, "Declined"
Keepin' it a hundred, you know, like two fifty's combined
On Craigslist, like, every day, if they hired, I applied
I ain't got to lie, Craig, I ain't got to lie
And I wouldn't change a thing because today I'm doin' fine
Lost some friends along the way and found some foes (found some foes)
They wasn't who they said they were, no, them was clones (them was clones)
Used to have a heart that beat, now it's a stone (It's a stone)
The more money, the more problems, that's the goal (that's the goal)

Loyalty ain't nothin' but a word, that's my word
Niggas actin' like they in your lane, then they swerve (skrrt)
You can't sit with us no more, this table is reserved
For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon' eat for certain
Niggas ain't gon' leech off me, mm-mm, no, that's for sure
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
I ain't never stressed to be up next, I wait my turn
And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned

Mama used to tell me, "Don't be scared of shit" (I ain't scared of shit)
My pop'll pull up on your block and clear that shit (grr)
Didn't grow up on some sharin', carin' shit (wasn't no sharin' shit)
Mama bought them gifts, none of that Santa shit (not that Santa shit)
Cops and robbers, nigga knockin', blammin' shit (ooh)
And as a teen, I wasn't given nothin', wasn't handed shit (no)
Candy in a sandwich bag, sold that bitch for five
Yeah, I went to class but I would hustle on the side
My grades wasn't bad, they wasn't good, they was aight
Report card's in the mail, if it was bad, then I would sign
Mama didn't work a nine-to-five, no, mama worked from nine-to-nine
So I don't think she mind, nah I'm lyin' (love you mom)

Loyalty ain't nothin' but a word, that's my word
Niggas actin' like they in your lane, then they swerve (skrrt)
You can't sit with us no more, this table is reserved
For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon' eat for certain (gang, gang)
Niggas ain't gon' leech off me, mm-mm, no, that's for sure
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
I ain't never stressed to be up next, I wait my turn
And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned (gang, gang, gang, gang)

Aye, aye (ooh, ooh)
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur (ooh, ooh)
Aye, aye, uh
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
Aye, aye, aye
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
I don't even wanna hit it
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
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Writer: Katorah Marrero, Xavier Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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