Red Cafe - Ice Cold lyrics

(Intro) Let’s get ready to rumble! Saratosa, the Notorious BIG Back to flight school How’s yo b**h? East side n***as, what it be like? sh** down (Hook) Ice, ice cold That’s a cold muthaf**a, ice ice cold That’s a cold muthaf**a, ice ice cold Muthaf**a, ice ice cold That’s a cold muthaf**a, ice ice cold (Verse) Ice, ice cold f** all the bullsh**, we takin over All my n***as be stuntin heavy like they supposed to sponsored links We won the trophy, f** all them nominees Now I’m prayin to god for all my rivalries Ice, ice cold That’s a cold muthaf**a, ice ice cold f** wit my money might be your last day We smokin' n***as, I'm gon' need an ashtray Strip off her lingerie like a robberies I made her cum fast like she was Japanese She listen to Drizzy, Weezy and Trigga Trey I said whatever baby, you getting dick today Hah, thug life, that’s swole like Shakedown, we got the best dope price Yea (Hook) Ice, ice cold That’s a cold muthaf**a, ice ice cold That’s a cold muthaf**a, ice ice cold Muthaf**a, ice ice cold That’s a cold muthaf**a, ice ice cold (Verse) Ice, ice cold These n***as counterfeit, they ain’t bout sh** I be weighin stacks, ain’t got time to count sh** I’m just tryna get ahead while we get some head First flock a n***a, they know I get to the bread Yea, ice ice cold I’m a bad muthaf**a, bad like Michael Let’s get it sh** might look trippy but we ain’t trippin though (What else?) Might just be sippin but we ain’t mixin though (What else?) All the time I ran, was on the federales My chick be on the Aderol or they on the molly Got that album, still getting that buckle out They waitin for this sh** like Mayweather and Pacquiao (Hook) Ice, ice cold That’s a cold muthaf**a, ice ice cold That’s a cold muthaf**a, ice ice cold Muthaf**a, ice ice cold That’s a cold muthaf**a, ice ice cold (Verse) I’m runnin the town, no f**in around I’m f**in with Hov, I’m back on the brown Walk through the valley, the shadow of d**h I’m pitchin the white like I’m back when I’m out Bangin this p**y while you on yo feelings Makin a k**in, got work and I’m villain Livin the life of a hustla child Pop me a freak then I’m back to the dealin We in the streets, just me and my dawg Ridin around with the strap and it co*ked My n***as shooters, my b**hes is bout it We smoking and drinkin, get f**ed by the law Ice, ice cold And we back to the hood with the OG kush, that boy psycho (Outro) Aye man k** that beat man k** that sh** n***a Psycho 2, what else? (Fatality, fatality) This is Donald Trump and who kid you’re fired