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    Cold
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      About "Cold"

      Lyrics for Kanye West - "Cold"

      Kanye West! (Swag King Cole) DJ Khaled!

      Can't a young nigga get money any more? (ah)
      Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor (ah)
      Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
      Come to meet me without no drawers?

      Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik
      I told you mahfuckas it was more than the music
      In the projects one day, to Project Runway
      We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we're used to it
      I'm from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up
      Might even kill somebody and YouTube it
      To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid
      And if you can do it better than me, then you do it!
      We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute
      Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news!
      Don't talk about style cause I embarrass you
      Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you

      Can't a young nigga get money any more? (ah)
      Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor (ah)
      Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
      Come to meet me without no drawers?

      And the whole industry want to fuck your old chick
      Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz
      And I'll admit, I had fell in love with Kim
      Around the same time she had fell in love with him
      Well that's cool, baby girl, do ya thang
      Lucky I ain't had Jay drop him from the team
      La Familia, Roc Nation
      We in the building, we still keep it basement
      We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute
      Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news
      Don't talk about style cause I'll embarrass you
      Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you
      GOOD Music, we fresh, we fresh
      Anything else, we detest, detest
      Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts
      All that said, let me ask this quest'

      Can't a young nigga get money any more?
      Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
      Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
      Come to meet me without, don't talk to me 'bout style, nigga,
      I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you
      Talking 'bout clothes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you
      Hollering 'bout some hoes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you
      Way too cold, I promise you'll need some theraflu

      (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the theraflu
      (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the theraflu
      (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
      (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the theraflu

      SONGWRITERS:
      HOLLIS, CHAUNCEY A. / WILLIAMS, MARLON LU'REE / WEST, KANYE OMARI / SMITH, JAMES TODD
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