Cold As Ice Kb Lyrics - Royal Flush 2 - Cyhi Da Prynce

"Cold as ice" (Verse 1: Cyhi Da Prynce) Fucking with me is like Russian Roulette I'm cold as Quebec The way I be rapping sound like I'm busting two tecks With a perfect duet I'm sharp as a razor blade the cover Gillette I'm under your neck You think that you're better than Prince then I'll come to your set That wasn't a threat I would a video tape if it was a cassette From the west of Gwinnett One of the dopest rap niggas you ever done met I'm smoking the shret With a sexy brunette on a jet and she giving me neck Get plenty of sex The way I be dressing they calling me vinegarette They say I'm too fresh in fact A general you just a Cadette So show me respect So deal your meal faster then pony express They owe me a check My only regrets... Is not checking these niggas with only a guess Claiming they on the block Juking like Tony Dorsett But I know that's a lie man they can't do what I can I'm from the Middle East ye ain't ran the streets that I ran From Paris to Chicago Atlanta back to Thailand They yell the same thing every time I finish rhyming They say... (Hook: Lou Gramm) You're as cold as ice You're willing to sacrifice our love You're as cold as ice You're willing to sacrifice our love (Verse 2: Cyhi Da Prynce) I got hits I'm Pujols, I'm D1 you ju-co Got girls in all sizes, I'm something like a shoe store More haters than twofo, y'all softer than new growth Don't see your bruised folk, but they shoot slow like Kukoc But I'm on Mars like Bruno, so gone on Pluto On an old brawn with a new ho I tell her roll up and she do so Black jigga pussy paint like nuvo On Jew's I get picked like the drummer in the in The Roots fro Trend setter with a vendetta With people fucking up Prince cheddar Grew up tougher than Benz leather More stripes than a twins catcher It's hard to be a real nigga Realest niggas who pretend better But I just keep my eyes on the buck like Jim Tressel Take your bitch to the crib Lay back then I'll bench press her Had the streets in a Full Nelson Couldn't tell me I didn't wrestle Cause I used to sell tree's Dreaming of my own LP This is what the old G's in Decatur used to tell me (Hook 2: Lou Gramm)You're as cold as ice You're willing to sacrifice our love You're as cold as ice You're willing to sacrifice our love Cold as ice You know that you are Cold as ice As cold as ice to me Cold as ice