Cold Winters versuri

Versuri Juice WRLD – Cold Winters lyrics

[Intro]
Chillin’ with my— uh
Chillin’ with my feet up, I’ma load the Nina, oh
Oh-no, no
Ah
Smokin’ Cookie Crisp
Smokin’ Cookie Crisp
Stupid bitch, smokin’ Cookie Crisp
Huh

[Chorus]
Chillin’ with my feet up
Heard she wanna kick it, come here, Mrs. FIFA
I’ma fuck her good and give her jungle fever
Ayy, she gon’ do the white like Justin Bieber
But I’ma pour up Actavis like Justin Bieber
Huh-huh, hey, chillin’ in my ‘Rari with my heater
Huh-huh, hey, ‘cause niggas, they be hatin’ for no reason
Huh, hey, ‘cause every season money-making season
Ain’t no broke nigga, still having cold-cold winters

[Verse 1]
Huh-huh, oh-oh
My life been a wild ride
You try me, and you gon’ die
My killers come from the Eastside
That’s what you fail to realize
Your fake homies can’t save you from the real guys
And we ain’t serving no time for our crimes
It’s ‘cause the whole world mine, it’s all mine
So if you get out of line, you gettin’ flatlined
Ridin’ ‘round L.A. with mine, throwing up gang signs
In my crib, I keep a stash, a couple Glock-9’s
And a bag of pills ‘cause we living in high tide

[Chorus]
Chillin’ with my feet up
Heard she wanna kick it, come here, Mrs. FIFA
I’ma fuck her good and give her jungle fever
Ayy, she gon’ do the white like Justin Bieber
But I’ma pour up Actavis like Justin Bieber
Huh-huh, hey, chillin’ in my ‘Rari with my heater
Huh-huh, hey, ‘cause niggas, they be hatin’ for no reason
Huh, hey, ‘cause every season money-making season
Ain’t no broke nigga, still having cold-cold winters

[Verse 2]
Dope smoked, pills popped, guns tote
P-T-S-D is real, no joke
A-S-A-P, need pills, pronto
Percs secured, I’m finna splurge
If I don’t have them pills, I’ma start up a purge
Huh, yeah, yee-haw, cowboy, we gone
A-215 have me dreamin’
Can’t feel no pain, I mean it
I’m out of my brain, Acenac
The shit you never seen, bitch, I seen it, I mean it
They was holding me down, counting me out
Now I’m on top, I’m in the clouds
Still have my demons all around, day-to-day, I slay ‘em down
I numb the pain with the drugs and sex
Fucking that bitch so good, like, „Wow”
Just like, „How?” I don’t know how
I think about Perc’ 30s, then smile
Since I got some money now, I’m known to throw a couple things
I throw hands, I throw bands
Don’t throw in the towel
And I don’t throw shade
I’ll throw them shells if I need it
I won’t throw your heart, bae, I mean it
I’m gettin’ high like Bonaparte
In the fast lane, I’m speedin’

[Chorus]
Heard she wanna kick it, come here, Mrs. FIFA
I’ma fuck her good and give her jungle fever
Ayy, she gon’ do the white like Justin Bieber
But I’ma pour up Actavis like Justin Bieber
Huh-huh, hey, chillin’ in my ‘Rari with my heater
Huh-huh, hey, ‘cause niggas, they be hatin’ for no reason
Huh, hey, ‘cause every season money-making season
Ain’t no broke nigga, still having cold-cold winters (Still cold-cold winters)