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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stormzy
Stormzy
Vocals
Ruth O'Reilly
Ruth O'Reilly
French Horn
Corinne Bailey
Corinne Bailey
French Horn
Mike Lovatt
Mike Lovatt
Trumpet
Andy Greenwood
Andy Greenwood
Trumpet
Ed Tarrant
Ed Tarrant
Trombone
Owen Slade
Owen Slade
Tuba
Swifta Beater
Swifta Beater
Programming
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Programming
Dave Stewart
Dave Stewart
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Swifta Beater
Swifta Beater
Songwriter
Stormzy
Stormzy
Songwriter
Roise Danvers
Roise Danvers
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stormzy
Stormzy
Producer
Swifta Beater
Swifta Beater
Producer
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Producer
Manon Grandjean
Manon Grandjean
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Nick Taylor
Nick Taylor
Engineer

Lyrics

Okay Coldest nigga alive, I'm so cold You niggas get on my nerves, you're so old Easy, yeah, alright I baited my whip in the vid like a prick, now I'm carless (cold) Now it's a Uber ting, I've still got this regardless (cold) Who? What? Them man there? Nah, them man are harmless (cold) I just went to the park with my friends and I charted (wow) I have never been a victim, never been a target (cold) The girls love this shit, yeah, they love it like Barfest (cold) #Merky the label and I'm coming like Darcus (cold) I was on the roads when Giggs made "Talkin' Da Hardest" (wow) Look, rudeboy, done him on sight One time, check two, bun him on sight Niggas ain't brave, I can't see it on your face Let me tell you 'bout the days I was running on a hype like Who are you? Where you been? Where your snow line? Where your stacks? Where your strap? Where your crow line? Big pump, don't stunt when it's showtime Kinda funny how I didn't need a cosign Shut your mouth, you ain't squeezing (aye) Pussy boy, I just leave him (aye) I've been cold the whole season (aye) I should call my next one "Freezing" Touch the mic, then just wheel him You man have got too much feelings Late night, I'm at Mac-D'sing Filet-o-Fish and I'm breezing (skrrrrrrt) Ain't dropped nothin' for a minute, I'm fine (cold) Roll to the booth, then I bill it with rhymes (cold) Know a couple OGs that are living off crime (cold) But a young black boy made a milli' off grime (wow) So tell Boris Johnson, "Suck your mum, we don't care" (We don't care, bruv) And tell them riot feds, "Oi, buss your gun? You won't dare" (You won't dare bruv) All my young black kings rise up, man, this is our year And my young black queens right there It's been a long time coming, I swear If you don't turn this up, it's no fun You ain't heard of us? You're so dumb Can't be scared of pussy-hole youts You can have your burner tucked, I won't run You can have all the hype, I won't dust You can send all you like, you won't buss Man can't bluff me out, I call bluffs Them boys get fucked about and call us Crikey "Oh my god, it's big Mikey!" Cut the whip, it's so pricey I should call my next one "Icy" Touch the mic and get lively Don't draw me out, I asked nicely Do the road and do wifey I wonder why they don't like me Cah' I'm... Cold, cold, cold Right now everyting's cold as a cold, cold summer Cold, everyting's cold #Merky 20-shh I've been cold the season I should call my next one "Freezing" I've been cold the season I should call my next one "Freezing" I've been cold the season I should call my next one "Freezing" I've been cold the season I should call my next one-easy
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