Red Cafe - Ice Cold (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Red Cafe - Ice Cold (Lyrics - Paroles)

Red Cafe - Ice Cold (Lyrics - Paroles)
(Intro)

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
(Hook)

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
(Verse)

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
(Hook)

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
(Verse)

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
(Hook)

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
(Verse)

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
(Outro)

Aye man kill that beat man

Kill that shit nigga

Psycho 2, what else?

(Fatality, fatality)
This is Donald Trump and who kid you're fired

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