Red Cafe - Ice Cold lyrics
[Red Cafe - Ice Cold lyrics]
Ice ice cold that's a cold motherfucker
Ice ice cold
Fuck all the bullshit, we taking over
All my niggas they stunting heavy
Like they supposed to
We won a trophy fuck all the nominees
Now I'm praying to God for all my robberies
Fuck with my money it might be your last day
We smoking niggas, I'm gon' need an ashtray
Strip off her lingerie like a robbery
I made her come fast like she was Japanese
She listens to Drizzy, Weezy and Trigga Trey
Hustle whatever baby
You're getting dick today
Thug live that's cold life
Shakedown, we got the best dope price
These niggas counterfeit they
Ain't about shit i be wearing stacks
They ain't got time to count shit
I'm just trying to get ahead
While getting some head
Birds flock a nigga they know
I get to the bread ice ice cold
I'm a bad motherfucker, bad like Michael
Shit might look trippy but
We ain't tripping though
Might just be sipping but
We ain't mixing though
Only time I ran was from the federales
My chick be on the Adderall
All day on the Molly
No album still getting that pocket loud
They've been waiting for this shit
Like Mayweather and Pacquiao
I'm running the town no fucking around
I'm fucking with Hov' i'm back on the brown
Walk through the valley the shadow of death
I'm pitching the white like I'm
Back on the mound i'm in this pussy while
You're in your feelings making a killing
Got work in the building
I'm living the life of a hustler child
Pop me a freak then I'm making a dealing
We in the streets, just me and my dog
Riding around with a strap in the car
My niggas shooters my bitches is 'bout it
We smoking and drinking
Get fucked by the law ice ice cold
And we back in the hood with the OG kush
That boy psycho
Ice ice cold
Fuck all the bullshit, we taking over
All my niggas they stunting heavy
Like they supposed to
We won a trophy fuck all the nominees
Now I'm praying to God for all my robberies
Fuck with my money it might be your last day
We smoking niggas, I'm gon' need an ashtray
Strip off her lingerie like a robbery
I made her come fast like she was Japanese
She listens to Drizzy, Weezy and Trigga Trey
Hustle whatever baby
You're getting dick today
Thug live that's cold life
Shakedown, we got the best dope price
These niggas counterfeit they
Ain't about shit i be wearing stacks
They ain't got time to count shit
I'm just trying to get ahead
While getting some head
Birds flock a nigga they know
I get to the bread ice ice cold
I'm a bad motherfucker, bad like Michael
Shit might look trippy but
We ain't tripping though
Might just be sipping but
We ain't mixing though
Only time I ran was from the federales
My chick be on the Adderall
All day on the Molly
No album still getting that pocket loud
They've been waiting for this shit
Like Mayweather and Pacquiao
I'm running the town no fucking around
I'm fucking with Hov' i'm back on the brown
Walk through the valley the shadow of death
I'm pitching the white like I'm
Back on the mound i'm in this pussy while
You're in your feelings making a killing
Got work in the building
I'm living the life of a hustler child
Pop me a freak then I'm making a dealing
We in the streets, just me and my dog
Riding around with a strap in the car
My niggas shooters my bitches is 'bout it
We smoking and drinking
Get fucked by the law ice ice cold
And we back in the hood with the OG kush
That boy psycho