Kanye West - Cold Lyrics:
[Intro]:
"Turn the vocal up..."
DJ Khaled : "Kanye West!"
"Swag King Cole!"
DJ Khaled: "DJ Khaled!"
[Hook]:
Can't a young ni**a get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin on the floor.
Can I have a bad bitch witout no flaws
come to meet me witout no draws?
Dinner wit Anna Wintour,
racing wit Anja Rubik.
I told you muh'f**kers it was more than the music.
In the projects one day to Project Runway.
We done heard all that loud ass talkin, we used to it.
I'm from where shorties f**ked up, double cupped up,
might even kill somebody and Youtube it.
Whoever think they words effect me is too stupid.
And if you could do it better than me, then you do it!
We flyer than a parakeet,
floatin wit no parachutes,
six thousand dollar pair of shoes
we made it to the Paris news!
Don't talk about style cuz I'll embarass you.
Shut the f**k up when you talk to me 'fore I embarass you!
[Hook]:
Can't a young ni**a get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin on the floor.
Can I have a bad bitch witout no flaws
come to meet me witout no draws?
And the whole industry wanna f**k your old chick,
only ni**a I got respect for is Wiz.
And I'll admit, I had fell in love wit Kim
around the same time she had fell in love wit him.
Well that's cool baby girl do your thing.
Lucky I ain't have Jay drop him from the team!
La familia!
Roc Nation!
We in the building, but still keep it basement!
Flyer than a parakeet,
floatin wit no parachute,
six thousand dollar pair of shoes
I made it to the Paris news!
Don't talk about style cuz I'll embarass you.
Shut the f**k up when you talk to me 'fore I embarass you!
G.O.O.D. Music! We fresh, we fresh.
Anything else we detest, detest.
Bitch ass ni**as got ass and breasts.
All that said let me ask this question.
[Hook]:
Can't a young ni**a get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin on the floor.
Can I have a bad bitch witout no flaws
come to meet me witout...
Don't talk to me 'bout style ni**a!
I'll muh'f**kin embarrass you!
Talkin 'bout clothes?
I'll muh'f**kin embarrass you!
Hollerin 'bout some hoes?
I'll muh'f**kin embarrass you!
Way too cold! I promise you'll need some Theraflu!
Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh!
Get the Theraflu!
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh ugh ugh!
Get the Theraflu
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Get the Theraflu!

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