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Gucci Mane - Heart Cold (feat. Veeze) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Programming
M80
M80
Programming
Veeze
Veeze
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karon Vantrees
Karon Vantrees
Songwriter
Marquis Davis
Marquis Davis
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
CARLTON D MAYS JR.
CARLTON D MAYS JR.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Producer
M80
M80
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, sippin' on lean, I feel it (Lean) Bad bitch look like Nicki (Bad) Ridin' 'round town, no ceilin' (Skrrt) Heart cold, got no feelings (Brr) The opps even know I'll kill 'em (Damn) My grandma know I'm a dealer (Gran) Playin' with the Ashley Simpson (Simpson) O's of the dog like Menace Stash spot look like it's Crippin' (Wow) Like a nigga got racks in the mididle Bad bitch and her bag expensive I can put the whole stash in her titties (Titties) I'm trippin' off the money like really (Trippin') I'm geeked like I popped a whole Skittle (Geeked) I ain't trippin' on the beef, I'ma grill it (Nah) Lil' ass Glock with a fifty You lookin' for your bitch, she missin' (Huh?) I'm chewin' on Percs like chicken (Chewin') Trap so hot, it's sizzlin' (Trap) Pray that the feds don't get us (Fuck 'em) Snakes in the grass, they hissin' (Snakes) Nobody touch my kitchen (Nah) I ain't gon' leave no witness (Nah) Cross his ass out like a Christian (Christian) Yeah, sippin' on lean, I feel it (Lean) Bad bitch look like Nicki (Bad) Ridin' 'round town, no ceilin' (Skrrt) Heart cold, got no feelings (Brr) The opps even know I'll kill 'em (Damn) My grandma know I'm a dealer (Gran) Playin' with the Ashley Simpson (Simpson) O's of the dog like Menace Water on me, Fiji or Dasani (Water) It look like my jeweler just hit me with a tsunami (Brr) Can't let them copy me, can't let 'em see how Gucci comin' (Nah) You try to copy me, You know that's gon' cost you some money (Cha-ching) They think that shit be funny 'til they get hit with the Tommy My 916s and they be jumpin' like LeBron (LeBron) You better not play with 1017, we gon' turn you to zombies (Damn) Like how he from the city but got buried in the country? (How?) My wardrobe versatile, I put on creatures like Jumanji (Wow) And all my cars foreign, That mean they come from different countries (Huh?) Bitch, all my friends dead, I just like Franklins on my money (Racks) I tell you I don't lie, but if I did, I'd be dishonest (Woah) Yeah, sippin' on lean, I feel it (Lean) Bad bitch look like Nicki (Bad) Ridin' 'round town, no ceilin' (Skrrt) Heart cold, got no feelings (Brr) The opps even know I'll kill 'em (Damn) My grandma know I'm a dealer (Gran) Playin' with the Ashley Simpson (Simpson) O's of the dog like Menace Wow
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Carlton Davis Jr Mays, Karon Malcolm Vantrees, Marquis Alexander Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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