Colder Days feat. Squay by The Joint Committee Lyrics
--I'm just sitting on my porch for a minute smoking this blunt just thinkin', all these j's running around here on Bouldercrest in front of my house, if I could just take got damn half the market share...--
[Chorus: Squay]
Strap out the streets, that's a throwaway
You know the police comin', put the blow away
I done seen colder days, yeah I done seen colder days
My wrist outside, that's a cold day
And if I kill the witness that's a cold case
Yeah I done seen some cold days, yeah I done seen some cold days
[Verse 1: Squay]
You know I'm strapped like velcro
In the mile high club, you still in the exit row
Kickin' bitches off the plane 'cause my money grown
And I work 6 juggs like I had a clone
I could show you how to cook it like a cooking show
I can't whip you eggs but I could whip a brick of blow
Pull up with my mixtape and sell it at your show
Got 'em paying attention like I'm calling roll
And I ain't got shit to prove
All I see you got is a bitch to lose
Chicks in twos, I be on the news
For stuffing dirty M's in a box of shoes
Top back straight cruisin'
Pay attention, I can show you why you losin'
Two tons of gas, that's a lot, I can move it
And I don't bust back 'cause we pull up shootin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Squay]
70 somethin' birds in the Louis bag
I hear a knock, I'm like who is that?
I don't wanna play games with these motherfuckers
You gone be another stain on these motherfuckers
Got the game on lock
Got them drugs, put your brain on pop
Fuckin' on your girl and I'm all in her gut
And she eat the dick up like she hungry as fuck
Ooh that's nasty, better you than me in the casket
I got that gas, blowin gaskets
Smoke you like a blunt then I ash it
I'll show you my ass if you kiss it, I'm a sour pack critic
Got a trap line, and a personal, and I'm 'bout to cop one for the bitches
[Chorus]
[Chorus: Squay]
Strap out the streets, that's a throwaway
You know the police comin', put the blow away
I done seen colder days, yeah I done seen colder days
My wrist outside, that's a cold day
And if I kill the witness that's a cold case
Yeah I done seen some cold days, yeah I done seen some cold days
[Verse 1: Squay]
You know I'm strapped like velcro
In the mile high club, you still in the exit row
Kickin' bitches off the plane 'cause my money grown
And I work 6 juggs like I had a clone
I could show you how to cook it like a cooking show
I can't whip you eggs but I could whip a brick of blow
Pull up with my mixtape and sell it at your show
Got 'em paying attention like I'm calling roll
And I ain't got shit to prove
All I see you got is a bitch to lose
Chicks in twos, I be on the news
For stuffing dirty M's in a box of shoes
Top back straight cruisin'
Pay attention, I can show you why you losin'
Two tons of gas, that's a lot, I can move it
And I don't bust back 'cause we pull up shootin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Squay]
70 somethin' birds in the Louis bag
I hear a knock, I'm like who is that?
I don't wanna play games with these motherfuckers
You gone be another stain on these motherfuckers
Got the game on lock
Got them drugs, put your brain on pop
Fuckin' on your girl and I'm all in her gut
And she eat the dick up like she hungry as fuck
Ooh that's nasty, better you than me in the casket
I got that gas, blowin gaskets
Smoke you like a blunt then I ash it
I'll show you my ass if you kiss it, I'm a sour pack critic
Got a trap line, and a personal, and I'm 'bout to cop one for the bitches
[Chorus]