Lyrics

Yeah Bobby Kritical World so cold, world so cold (World so cold) World so cold (World so cold) Lost my soul chasing hoes Can't go home (Can't go home, woo) In Dubai with two hoes (With two hoes) I'm on the throne (I'm on the throne) When that flexin' go wrong That money gone (That money gone) If you ain't talking 'bout no cash, don't call my phone (Brrt) Days I was broke these niggas laughed, they did me wrong Hey, hey, now a young nigga just flexin' up (Flex) So you know it ain't no catching us Both of these pockets double stuffed Young nigga bank account, filled it up Don't give a damn if you're feelin' us (Yeah) Started from the mud, yeah, I just need love, yeah All my life I've been solid (Facts) Please prove me wrong (Yeah, yeah) I've been praying on this day It's been so long (Let's go, hey) World so cold, world so cold (World so cold) World so cold (World so cold) Lost my soul chasing hoes Can't go home (Can't go home, woo) In Dubai with two hoes (With two hoes) I'm on the throne (I'm on the throne) When that flexin' go wrong That money gone (That money gone) Hey, hey hey, both pockets on stuffed crust These niggas won't touch us These bitches gon' lust us (Ayy, ayy) Back then was the MARTA bus (Woo) Now niggas in Bentley trucks (Woo) Stop poppin', we pullin' up (Pull up, pull up, ah, bah) Toot toot toot (Toot), toot toot toot (Toot, let's go) That's that forty, out the roof (Forty) I got forty, on me too (Forty) Play with shorty, they gon' shoot (Shorty) Get extorted, for that loot (Extorted) Niggas ain't real, I got proof (Woo) If I ain't got nothin', (I got you) World so cold, world so cold (World so cold) World so cold (World so cold) Lost my soul chasing hoes Can't go home (Can't go home, woo) In Dubai with two hoes (With two hoes) I'm on the throne (I'm on the throne) When that flexin' go wrong That money gone (That money gone) Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey (Can't go home) Can't go home, no (Can't go home) All my life I've been solid, please prove me wrong I've been praying on this day, it's been so long (Can't go home, no) This shit don't just happen overnight bruh Especially be a big household name and anything That shit take years of practice, years of time That shit not just no overnight Niggas who come in overnight Yeah you get hot, yeah, be right out of here in 6, 8 months Who give a fuck? Who heard of him again? Oh they heard he was smoking blow last time we heard of him You see what I'm saying? So I just try to keep my shit consistent and do my shit my way You gon' see me, I'm here to stay around this bitch
Writer(s): Kristopher Campbell, Elliston Jr S Clarke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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