Texty:
Cold World Hustlers

the piece, while I let him live a little longer Perbin' cause I'm drunk so my trigger finger's a little bit slow-er Hell's freezin' over, clickin' so hard we yellin' Cold World Hustler

a dose or a taste of this of this cold schoolin' And we be movin' heads and makin' fingers go pop Up and down these cold blocks, cold streets of the drops

you give me so much Darling I love you The world can be cold Who cares as long as I have you to hold Life's full of hustle Concrete and clay I feel

't let this cold world take me I'm looking My drama, my karma My love my life, dear drama The war's I've fought, scars that I've garnered The hustle,

message goes to amateurs and pros alike We're the MC's that cold be doggin the mic You may be good but there's no one better We rock you so cold, you

[Tyga - Chorus] Uhh, Rain snow, get my hustle on Countin cash every morning before I leave home Family I love, don't wanna leave this world alone and

We got this, now try to stop it if ya ain't hoes Wouldn't ya know, this the coldest flow And have them feelin' it all over the world, they see the B

you'll find us slanging that llello) Yeeeh..(yeah) I remember that (me too) [its the first of the month....] You know we used to get our hustle on? from

We got this, now try to stop it if ya ain't hoes Wouldn't ya know, this the coldest flow And have them feelin' it all over the world, they see the B