Ice Cold Lyrics - Red Cafe

Let's get ready to rumble! 

Saratosa, the Notorious BIG 

Back to flight school 

How's yo bitch? 

East side niggas, what it be like? Shit down 

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Ice, ice cold 

That's a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold 

That's a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold 

Muthafucka, ice ice cold 

That's a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold 

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Ice, ice cold 

Fuck all the bullshit, we takin over 

All my niggas be stuntin heavy like they supposed to 

We won the trophy, fuck all them nominees 

Now I'm prayin to god for all my rivalries 

Ice, ice cold 

That's a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold 

Fuck wit my money might be your last day 

We smokin' niggas, 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 

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Ice, ice cold 

That's a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold 

That's a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold 

Muthafucka, ice ice cold 

That's a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold 

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Ice, ice cold 

These niggas counterfeit, they ain't bout shit 

I be weighin stacks, ain't got time to count shit 

I'm just tryna get ahead while we get some head 

First flock a nigga, they know I get to the bread 

Yea, ice ice cold 

I'm a bad muthafucka, bad like Michael 

Let's get it 

Shit 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 shit like Mayweather and Pacquiao 

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Ice, ice cold 

That's a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold 

That's a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold 

Muthafucka, ice ice cold 

That's a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold 

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I'm runnin the town, no fuckin around 

I'm fuckin with Hov, I'm back on the brown 

Walk through the valley, the shadow of death 

I'm pitchin the white like I'm back when I'm out 

Bangin this pussy while you on yo feelings 

Makin a killin, 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 cocked 

My niggas shooters, my bitches is bout it 

We smoking and drinkin, get fucked by the law 

Ice, ice cold 

And we back to the hood with the OG kush, that boy psycho 

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Aye man kill that beat man 

Kill that shit nigga 

Psycho 2, what else? 

(Fatality, fatality) 

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