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Cold Lyrics – Kanye West feat. DJ Khaled, DJ Pharris

    Cold is a popular song by Kanye West featuring DJ Khaled, DJ Pharris, from the 2012 album Cruel Summer. Check words to Kanye West Cold Lyrics in English below.

    Cold Lyrics – Kanye West feat. DJ Khaled, DJ Pharris 

    [Intro: Kanye West & DJ Khaled]
    Uhh, can the headphones go louder?
    Kanye West!
    Yup, Swag King Cole, yup
    DJ Khaled!

    [Chorus: Kanye West]
    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 no drawers?

    [Verse 1: Kanye West]
    Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik
    I told you motherfuckers 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
    [Chorus: Kanye West]
    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 no drawers?

    [Verse 2: Kanye West]
    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
    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
    G.O.O.D. 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’

    [Chorus: Kanye West]
    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
    [Bridge: Kanye West]
    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

    [Outro: DJ Pharris]
    This Chicago, nigga
    South Side, we in this bitch
    East Side crazy, blow that loud
    Low End, 39th, The Ickes
    47th Street, Garfield Park, 79th
    Stony Island, K-Town, Wild 100’s
    This Chi-Town, Dro City, The Village
    Harvey World, O Block, 64th and Normal
    64th and King Drive, what up?
    83rd, Cottage Grove, the Gardens
    This Chicago nigga!
    The Dearborns, 55th, Cabrini-Green
    Terror Town, West Side, Pocket Town
    This Chicago! Halsted to the Ida B. Wells
    New York City, Atlanta, London Town
    Chiraq Drillinoise
    This DJ Pharris, fuck around and get embarrassed

     

    Writer(s): Kanye West, DJ Khaled

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