Cold Days Boosie Badazz & Zaytoven

[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
This for them cold days
When you missin' them real niggas, and them throwaways
Missin' your kids, it make you cry on that bitch
These niggas snitch, we might die in this bitch
I need a cigarette

[Chorus]
(Cold days) They say I'm ignorant
(Cold days) Where my lawyer at?
(Cold days) Might be sore, but not-
(Cold days)

[Verse 1]
Free YB out there, motherfucker
They be out there, motherfucker
I don't got a chance if they let me out there, motherfucker
3C out there, motherfucker, my brother, my big partner
Like what he steer, fight 3BG with that gold chopper
I know that Coco, but money don't mean shit
Who really love you? Them the questions you dream of
You saw the paper, you seein' this shit? Got rid of my ink
People blamin' me for violence, but don't know who really spin
I'm talkin' cold days
Rappin' up the shuttle smokin' Joes
While your nigga watch the mirror, this another life
More bad news, more bad news, on another kind
Hope moma handle my money right
'Cause right now my money light
Cold, cold, I ain't gon' lie I'm feelin' cold, cold
Feelin's cold, cold, these niggas told so they soul 'mains
Cold, cold, who can I trust? Nobody, no
So I'm feelin' cold, cold, in that bit, drove, drove