Hudson Mohawke - Chimes [Gammer Re-Edit] lyrics

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Hudson Mohawke - Chimes [Gammer Re-Edit] lyrics

Her heart is so cold Her heart is so cold Her heart is so cold She in love with the pole She grind for the rolls, and she tweakin' her nose Her heart is so cold Her heart is so cold She in love with the pole She want your friend and your foe She want the life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O She took your car to go and see that n***a She in his ear like "I'ma leave that n***a" You ain't really see it comin', did ya? She took your heart and tried to feed it to ya Twitter told you she was out of town She ain't notice she was out of bounds You 'bout to bust out all her windows, ain't ya? And catch a charge that ain't 'bout no paper Her heart is so cold Her heart is so cold She in love with the pole The money, the car The cars and the clothes The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O My dealer want 911 Porsche a n***a All this money, might Scott Storch a n***a Preacher crew might start extortin' n***a Know who run the town like I'm from Boston, n***a Mixin' purple with that Henny, man it get you startled When you talkin' 'bout that money, man they'll eat your heart out All my n***as rollin', sippin' on that molly water Shorty on that hazy, shout to Richard Porter Her heart is so cold Her heart is so cold Her heart is so cold She in love with the pole She grind for the rolls, and she tweakin' her nose Her heart is so cold Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole The money, the car The cars and the clothes The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O She in love with the money She in love with the molly She in love, that's so crazy She in love Forreal though, do you feel love? I get trill love not real love I'm tryna figure, should I tip her? I'm an H-Town n***a, straight up You ain't been around a richer n***a He can only show you b**hes' pictures It's like the chopper shot the n***a down But he don't even see that she the trigger Ain't nothin' wrong with your ambition, baby Come f** this platinum musician, baby Your n***a pockets screamin' "Out of order" f** net-a-porter, we can cross the border Her heart is so cold Her heart is so cold She in love with the pole The money, the car The cars and the clothes The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O

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