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Cold Love
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cold Love was released on December 22, 2019 by Trpl7 records as a part of the album Cold Love - Single
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Release DateDecember 22, 2019
LabelTrpl7 records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oscar Pineda
Oscar Pineda
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GloryGainz
GloryGainz
Producer
Black Collar
Black Collar
Mastering Engineer
Michael James Pereira
Michael James Pereira
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, cold love
Heart is so blue man my heart could barley beat
Barley beat
Ain't have a good year we counting up though
I don't show no love to these thot hoes
Rather chase money on my cellphone
Everything that I do they trynna make me feel wrong
Hit the plot yeah with the gun smoke
Yeah they talking tuff but they don't want smoke
Yeah I made it out and they hated on me
I got gas like a Citgo
Walking down the street feeling like a big loc
All blues in my pocket I ain't Crip though
Got money you can't see like a Crip though
She wanna, cuff up with me but we can't kiss though, hit though
I know that I know
Run up and I'll take your soul
And you know where I go
I Gotta keep a pole
And they fold just like some hoes
Can't believe I called you bro
Said she love me, tease me, please me
Man I wouldn't think it'll be to easy yeah
Yeah I wanna fuck but I don't wanna taste her
Fuck her so good that she turn to a baser
Man I'm rocking with some apes but I ain't rocking Bapesta
Lift up that laser, show you to your maker
She ain't let me fuck though I know she regret
Man soon as you give them your heart they forget
She run through the team I'm calling her bands
**** talking funny so I'm calling **** Kevin man
Heard you were tripping now you went and got a set
Talking down on me like my name don't leverage
Spitting word like the reverend
Man I gotta make it to heaven
Man I hope I do good you know I gotta go get it
Ain't have a good year we counting up though
I don't show no love to these thot hoes
Rather chase money on my cellphone
Everything that I do they trynna make me feel wrong
Hit the plot yeah with the gun smoke
Yeah they talking tuff but they don't want smoke
Yeah I made it out and they hated on me
I got gas like a Citgo
Written by: Oscar Pineda
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