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Chimes


Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 4
Year: 2014

Chimes [gammer Re-edit] Lyrics - Chimes - Hudson Mohawke

Her heart is so cold 

Her heart is so cold 

Her heart is so cold 

 

She in love with the pole 

She grind for the rolls, and she tweakin' her nose 

 

Her heart is so cold 

Her heart is so cold 

She in love with the pole 

 

She want your friend and your foe 

She want the life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O 

 

She took your car to go and see that nigga 

She in his ear like "I'ma leave that nigga" 

You ain't really see it comin', did ya? 

She took your heart and tried to feed it to ya 

Twitter told you she was out of town 

She ain't notice she was out of bounds 

You 'bout to bust out all her windows, ain't ya? 

And catch a charge that ain't 'bout no paper 

 

Her heart is so cold 

Her heart is so cold 

She in love with the pole 

The money, the car 

The cars and the clothes 

The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O 

 

My dealer want 911 Porsche a nigga 

All this money, might Scott Storch a nigga 

Preacher crew might start extortin' nigga 

Know who run the town like I'm from Boston, nigga 

Mixin' purple with that Henny, man it get you startled 

When you talkin' 'bout that money, man they'll eat your heart out 

All my niggas rollin', sippin' on that molly water 

Shorty on that hazy, shout to Richard Porter 

 

Her heart is so cold 

Her heart is so cold 

Her heart is so cold 

She in love with the pole 

She grind for the rolls, and she tweakin' her nose 

 

Her heart is so cold 

Her heart is so cold, she in love with the pole 

The money, the car 

The cars and the clothes 

The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O 

 

She in love with the money 

She in love with the molly 

She in love, that's so crazy 

She in love 

Forreal though, do you feel love? 

I get trill love not real love 

I'm tryna figure, should I tip her? 

I'm an H-Town nigga, straight up 

 

You ain't been around a richer nigga 

He can only show you bitches' pictures 

It's like the chopper shot the nigga down 

But he don't even see that she the trigger 

Ain't nothin' wrong with your ambition, baby 

Come fuck this platinum musician, baby 

Your nigga pockets screamin' "Out of order" 

Fuck net-a-porter, we can cross the border 

 

Her heart is so cold 

Her heart is so cold 

She in love with the pole 

The money, the car 

The cars and the clothes 

The life with you, no, she gotta heighten the O 

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