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Hey,. Keep me from you. I don't want to be around anyone. You are free to let go. Follow slowly Cold, cold. Heart, heart. Cold, cold. Heart, heart. Cold, cold. Heart, heart. Cold, cold
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better watch it. . Do him in cold blood. Look him in his eyes, may do him with no gloves. Beat the case like a real thug. Above the law, it's so hard to pin the big dog. . Live on so I still bark
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better watch it. . Do him in cold blood. Look him in his eyes, may do him with no gloves. Beat the case like a real thug. Above the law, it's so hard to pin the big dog. . Live on so I still bark
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leave stinkin?. . Chorus. I can squeeze without blinkin, I'm a cold-blooded nigga. Bank robber (ooooh) I'm a natural born killer. Drug dealer, anything it took to survive. Even if it took a nigga to
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Bài hát Blood On My Hands - Chris Brown. Verse 1. In this lonely world, in this cold cold world. Where champions were made to fight. And lonely hearts were made just to love you. And thieves were
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This grave hill stinks of death. A reek from the ground. Catches whiff of the hound. A dead one's breath. The casket lid is cold. Waiting inside. Is someone petrified. That odor's old His body
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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
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blood to bleed, you got a life to lead In the flood with my blood I can hold you. In the flood with my blood Cold, been excommunicated 'cause I'm cold. My temperature's been rated and I'm cold. Bring
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blood to bleed, you got a life to lead In the flood with my blood I can hold you. In the flood with my blood Cold, been excommunicated 'cause I'm cold. My temperature's been rated and I'm cold. Bring
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Trapped in a world plagued. Serpents, . Forked tongue rage. A vile state sovereign. Like leaches suck blood drained. . Baptised in a pool of blood. Born dead. Vanished hope. From horseman's
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Walking after dark. In the New York City park. Your thoughts are so unholy. In the holiest of holes. Onward Christian soldiers. Filled with jivin' mind control. The blood left on the dance floor
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