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Heart Cold
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Heart Cold was released on June 12, 2026 by Wavy Gang / EMPIRE as a part of the album Heart Cold - Single
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcellus Rayvon Register
Marcellus Rayvon Register
Composer
Gerald Page
Gerald Page
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lulrose
Lulrose
Producer
Mousha
Mousha
Producer
4amjuno
4amjuno
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
I go all the way, bitch, we ain't make it for nothin'
Who you thought you got away with? Tryna play with the money
Then a **** turn cold, tryna play with my heart
Tryna play a **** close, seen betrayal from the start
Tryna put the cup down, keep my head in the stars
Tryna put on for my dawgs, got 'em locked behind bars
This bitch move just like a ship, don't feel a bump when you crawl
Tell a **** when he wrong, don't try to wait till he fall
[Verse 1]
I done been played, I done played games
Fuck the money, got it back, signed a check
Bought a AR pistol, green dot attached
I'ma put you down, ****, I don't need a dollar back
I'ma cut you down, bae, before you get a follow back
I'm already straight, I just pray to keep my **** safe
All my dawgs been hustlin' since I met 'em and it's still that way
Put a baddie 'round 'em just to find out what the pillow say
I been out the way 'cause it get dangerous when you in the way
How the fuck you call yourself a boss when all your **** broke?
I done gave 'em watches and fuck it off, so I feel it though
Type of **** pull up in the drop, put the ceiling on
I done watched them **** eat and go, so the kitchen closed
So I been alone, ****, don't you hit my phone
Grab the laces, babe, I'm out the back, I'm at the liquor store
Park it on the curb, in the trenches, let it marinate
****, I done parked the half a ticket right where Terry stay
[Chorus]
I go all the way, bitch, we ain't make it for nothin'
Who you thought you got away with? Tryna play with the money
Then a **** turn cold, tryna play with my heart
Tryna play a **** close, seen betrayal from the start
Tryna put the cup down, keep my head in the stars
Tryna put on for my dawgs, got 'em locked behind bars
This bitch move just like a ship, don't feel a bump when you crawl
Tell a **** when he wrong, don't try to wait till he fall
[Verse 2]
It's just me, a couple bitches, Pimp C, and Mary Jane
R.I.P. to Mook, man, I hear 'em after every play
Guilt trippin', every cup I sip, I say I gotta quit
Can't fall, every car I get, I push it down the Six
Keep your eyes open, watch for vultures tryna hit a lick
I be in the gym, I be shootin' whether hit or miss
I just love to jump, hit the jeweler, workin' on my left
I ain't really trippin', if you leave, baby, I'm the catch
Head to head, these **** raps, check the stats, that's the facts
Bet you had respect, I had my lil' cats tap his hat
I done let so many people eat and they ain't gave me none
**** who weren't 'round when I lost, crowded when I won
**** hit, they need to keep it cut, magic Don Juan
Know I came up like DBC, light the blunt and shine
Don't you hit my line if it ain't paper, but I'm on Patek time
Drop your nuts 'cause it get hard to move if you ain't got a spine
Every day, somethin' new drop, **** tryna blind me
30K in child support, and that's word to Oakland County
Had to change my ways, had to chill, had to elevate
Know this shit ain't normal, walk in Louis on the regular
[Chorus]
I go all the way, bitch, we ain't make it for nothin'
Who you thought you got away with? Tryna play with the money
Then a **** turn cold, tryna play with my heart
Tryna play a **** close, seen betrayal from the start
Tryna put the cup down, keep my head in the stars
Tryna put on for my dawgs, got 'em locked behind bars
This bitch move just like a ship, don't feel a bump when you crawl
Tell a **** when he wrong, don't try to wait till he fall
Written by: Gerald Page, Marcellus Rayvon Register
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