Rico Recklezz - Cold Cut lyrics

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Rico Recklezz - Cold Cut lyrics

[Hook] I would let you roll my wood but you will f** it up Shot down ya'll whole hood, you can't f** with us Not from Cali but my pockets crip I'm sipping blood I'm at the top but a n***a got it out the mud f** a cop and mother f** a judge I'm in the lamb doing donuts Barbershop b**h I'm so cut All I do is get bread like a cold cut [Verse 1] All I do is get the bread like a cold cut I got a whole pint of red pour 4's on n***as looking at me like a n***a owe em something You a b**h tryna say you just Wonder woman Watching b**h getting head buy another woman And you can't come where I stay b**h this the oman And all my n***as strapped with swords this the f**ing Romans Two faced n***as I ain't with the two toning Shots woke up everybody like Tom Joyner All these clowns turn Chiraq into California f**ing creep why I let my shorties creep on up ya Won't eat but the clip like a Royal Rumble Catch you in the field [?] And I been the king b**h but I'm just staying humble But now the clips for you apes charging in the Jungle And you would think I had a [?] the way these bullets on you [Hook] I would let you roll my wood but you will f** it up Shot down ya'll whole hood, you can't f** with us Not from Cali but my pockets crip I'm sipping blood I'm at the top but a n***a got it out the mud f** a cop and mother f** a judge I'm in the lamb doing donuts Barbershop b**h I'm so cut All I do is get bread like a cold cut [Verse 2] All you do is run your grip but you got no cheese n***a can't stand me shoot em in the knees Before you proceed, I need all the proceeds n***as say they want some smoke but they got no weed And you be smoking on the mouth but we got no seeds And we gone take this sh** to trial cuz we got no pleas Sub-zero glizzy it would make your soul freeze And how the f** you n***as balling, you shoot no 3's And right now I'm in the foreign driving no keys Dope make em say uh like Master P I been have this sh** on lock so I look the master key And I run the money up, b**h I'm an Athlete Gucci running up go get paramedics, please And I got more f**ing white then a wedding scene And this a [?] this glock shine on everything And if a opp pull up on my block he dying on everything [Hook] I would let you roll my wood but you will f** it up Shot down ya'll whole hood, you can't f** with us Not from Cali but my pockets crip I'm sipping blood I'm at the top but a n***a got it out the mud f** a cop and mother f** a judge I'm in the lamb doing donuts Barbershop b**h I'm so cut All I do is get bread like a cold cut

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