Correction Lyrics The Cold Room - S1-19 by No Remorse

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If I war them at one, then I war them again
Grrt, no f**kin' remorse, NR, come on
(Elevate, this mix sounds mad)
(Ay, Tweeko mixed this you know, it sounds cold)
Luc', Luc', Luc'

Ride, slide, hide, step outside
Where are the opps? 2 of them dropped (Die, die, die, die)
Ride for them and glide
JJ packed, Naseem packed, oh my god, yikes (Yikes)
Smoke a blem and hope they rot inside their graveside
Step out, I'm violent, swing my shank, ignorе them sirens (Swing)
Dig it, itch it in and make him takе a vow of silence (Shhh)
They say that Lucii talks a mazza on his songs, LOL (You're funny)
If you knew the f**kery, I've kept up and I've still avoided jail

Link me in the jungle, come spend all night in the Grove (Ay, come)
Somethin' gettin' pushed out, Royal Rumble (Push, Push)
Now my new tech fleece stinkin' of crow (Stinkin')
Link me on the opp block I'll show you how to roll with smoke
Got my batch so I got my back 'cah if this jams I'll f**kin' poke (I'll shank him)
I ain't ever had beef with the Malis, I've had beef with clownish blokes (Some clowns)
Get flashbacks when I see Federallies
Sports mode on, we're ready to blow
You ain't ever just post at a station, three nights deeps guess the paigons rolled, Blue foot gyal like that's so Raven
On to the kid 'cause she thinks I'm dope
Shank unfolded, might get folded if you don't grip when you walk about, packs and packs I'm travellin' back
Gonna drop it at somebody's daughters house (Uh uh)
Grab my shavers, get round, make all of the opps get boreded out
I got flavours, that's L, they walk on the mains, it's awkward now
Walk on the mains and sort it out
Do it like JV when we left him blooded (Facts)
Pattern the driver, make it happen
Pull up on S and we kept it cuttin' (Facts)
Anythin' goes for the cause
Trap comes steady, I can't be rushin'
Jump on CID's must think I'm tapped
F**k all of that mans Un-tuckin' (Grrt)

Devil devil, they call me the devil, Lucii I'm a spawn of Satan (Satan)
I talk to the Jinns, wishin' hell on all of my paigons (all of them)
I dip my shank in blood of rotten bacon (Oink, Oink, Oink)
Step outside and lack alone, Get napped and Neice and taken (Taken)
Go to the bando, light up candles, crack smokin', dirty Ritz (Ritz)
I been makin bread off music but don't get my sh*t in a twist (Don't do it)
Still got young g's out with the kitch, lurkin', workin' out on the pitch, Lil bro tryna be like me so he steps out vigorous with an itch

Bro got bagged for a stabbin' attempt (P*ssed)
But the Jakes don't know that he got one
Came fresh home and he's stabbin' again (Where, where)
So hold down the right side, I'm on the left (Left)
I'm tryna locate man on my cheff, Been a bad boy from young like Teff, Me and my gun that's Burn and Steff (facts)
Do it like bros, I step and kweff, out of the blue like Crystal Meth
I buck cats like my name is Jeff (My name's Jeff)
Knees deep in the field I don't need no ref (Nope)
Done it on foot, no more than a flick knife
Done with a gauge on the back of the ped
I got p*ssed when I thought that I did man, he jumped up so I did him again
Ay, Chop that slang into tens, Plug me, YA feel like Meekz
I was on Reeko since back then But he lives kway out right next to the beach, DOE make tires screech, off the J I'm high its peak
In the station quietly but the Block 6 love writin' speech
"Keep on rappin'", I'm tryin', please, I'm gettin' this bread and grindin' G, Re-in up quick It's flyin' G, Your line don't ring It's dyin' G
Break it down cause the pies are cheap and it TT grub
So they're buyin' G's, F**k all the Lewisham opps, they're bruck
Come run out of luck, you'll die and freeze (F**k em)

(Elevate, this mix sounds mad)
(Ay, Tweeko mixed this you know, it sounds cold)
(Man like Ron, you know)

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