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Kanye West - Cold (feat. DJ Khaled) (Subtitulado español) (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Sound Effects
DJ Pharris
DJ Pharris
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
James Todd Smith
James Todd Smith
Composer
Marlon Williams
Marlon Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Co-Producer
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Recording Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Keith Parry
Keith Parry
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, can the headphones go louder? Kanye West! Yup, Swag King Cole, yup DJ Khaled! Can't a young nigga, get money anymore? Tell PETA, my mink is dragging on the floor Can I have a bad bitch, without no flaws? Come to meet me without no drawers Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik I told you motherfuckers, it was more than the music In the projects one day, to Project Runway We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we're used to it I'm from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up Might even kill somebody and YouTube it To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid And if you can do it better than me, then you do it! We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news Don't talk about style 'cause I embarrass you Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you Can't a young nigga, get money anymore? Tell PETA, my mink is dragging on the floor Can I have a bad bitch, without no flaws? Come to meet me without no drawers And the whole industry wanna fuck your old chick Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz And I'll admit, I had fell in love with Kim Around the same time she had fell in love with him Well, that's cool, baby girl, do ya thang Lucky I ain't had Jay drop him from the team La Familia, (La Familia) Roc Nation (Roc Nation) We in the building, we still keep it basement Flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news Don't talk about style 'cause I'll embarrass you Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you Good music, we fresh, we fresh Anything else, we detest, detest Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts All that said, let me ask this quest' "Can't a young nigga, get money anymore?" Tell PETA, my mink is dragging on the floor Can I have a bad bitch, without no flaws? Come to meet me without- Don't talk to me 'bout style, nigga, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you Talking 'bout clothes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you Hollering 'bout some hoes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you Way too cold, I promise you'll need some Theraflu (Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) get the Theraflu (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) get the Theraflu (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) get the Theraflu This Chicago, nigga, South Side, we in this bitch East Side crazy, blow that loud, low End, 39th, The Ickes 47th Street, Garfield Park 79th Stony Island, K-Town, Wild 100's This Chi-Town, Dro City, The Village Harvey World, O Block, 64th and Normal 64th and King Drive, what up? 83rd, Cottage Grove, the Gardens This Chicago, nigga! The Dearborns, 55th, Cabrini-Green Terror Town, West Side, Pocket Town This Chicago! Halsted to the Ida B. Wells New York City, Atlanta, London Town Chiraq Drillinoise This DJ Pharris, fuck around and get embarrassed
Writer(s): James Todd Smith, Kanye Omari West, Chauncey A. Hollis, Marlon Lu'ree Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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