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Cold Blooded Killaz
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Cold Blooded Killaz was released on March 10, 2015 by Ephin/Sdk as a part of the album Down as Ground
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Release DateMarch 10, 2015
LabelEphin/Sdk
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prada West
Prada West
Performer
Giovanni Francis Nardi
Giovanni Francis Nardi
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Giovanni Francis Nardi
Giovanni Francis Nardi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Giovanni Francis Nardi
Giovanni Francis Nardi
Producer

Lyrics

Verse 1:
I'm a cold blooded killa, ill as syphilis cells
Sellin' game, no shame but still be sitt'n in hell
Split'n the mail I'm stackin' loot and spinnin' some kale
No tellin' now so watch me grind like I was trippin' on rails
I been a boss and blatantly I'm a beast
Believe me boy I bash the mic and Satan sees I'm a G
With gees over seas I chase the bread so eager to breathe
I fight the demons when they follow like a fiend who's in need
Look
I stay sharp you're far from makin' pay roll
Fold under pressure you're heart is made of clay mold
Bold as I be best believe I'm an ox
I knock 'em down and keep it movin', next to be at the top
So pass the killa quick to burn down a zip
I split the blunt and haters try but need to learn how to spit
That's it!
I'm sick as fuck and quick to stomp on the mic
Like haters trippin' when they step to me and wanting to fight
Huh
Verse 2:
I murder mics, every rhyme that I write a fighta
Spittin' flames as I grind through the night you mighta
Heard my name cuz I'm as sick as ebola
Blowin' herb I murder haters while I'm sippin' a cola
Hold up
I put the B in the boss
And back to grind I'm in to win, you punks are seein' the loss
Believe it I'm raw and rip the mic with cleavers and claws
I call the shots get in my way that means you're eager to fall
There's no stopping son I rock a ton
So step close I'll cock the gun your posture's done
So you ain't clockin' funds
A son of Sam and stuck in hell but hold the block I run
I stay stress free steppin' on haters
Save your breath I'm next to shine and still collecting my paper, punk!
I push the bar and pussies pop like balloons
I choose to win get in my way I'll leave Ya lost in the fumes
Written by: Giovanni Francis Nardi
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