Robb Bank$ - Ice Cold lyrics
[Robb Bank$ - Ice Cold lyrics]
I keep a bad bitch around me
She say I'm so lucky that you found me
I step into your ocean, I'm not waving
Im drowning
Nigga tryna P90, boy you better walk it off
Go jogging with yo bitch
She chose my dick over a relationship
You let her roll the weed nigga
I let her roll 'round in the bed
Hot sugar, cold shoulder, I walk
Past ya, hot, cold, punk Hazard
Ay what it's hidden for sucker, slow talking
Parents home had to fuck in the trap
Soft ghetto watch yo ass fizzle out
Fuck with young lil fizz
High talking to ya 'bout death
The kid lil bitch
I hate that you always moving ahead but i
Love the way you make it stand still
Baby girl don't act like you just met me
You must be tryna forget me
Who else will get you wet off of DM
I know that's sex to ya memory
Feeling like i got world against me
Laying with the wrong girl up against me
Pull up hear my music out front
Tell mama you'll be back
I hit it from the front then
I hit it from the so
Take it back ho take it back ho
Take it back ho take it back ho
Now run it back bitch run it back bitch
Run it back bitch run it back bitch
Buss it for me, buss it for me
Girl stop playing why you keep touchin on me
My side bitch used to live in the bay
Right around the corner from the k
You super save a ho you need a cape
I got real Bruce Wayne with yo ho in DC
Two phone coach carter
Put ya bitch on my team
Marinate salt water twist the
Sprite with Alpharma
Remember who let you deflowered I'm Kurama
Ain't I, ain't I, ain't I right?
Even when my eyes redder than
This late ass flight
Touch down look around the
City ain't nothing changed
From the look you always gave me
Til the way that you came
I did ya wrong, you're all that i want
Couldn't grant my wish
I'm beefing with Shenron
You called it off but i know what you're on
Cause the dick long, it's Robb Bank$ song
She say I'm so lucky that you found me
I step into your ocean, I'm not waving
Im drowning
Nigga tryna P90, boy you better walk it off
Go jogging with yo bitch
She chose my dick over a relationship
You let her roll the weed nigga
I let her roll 'round in the bed
Hot sugar, cold shoulder, I walk
Past ya, hot, cold, punk Hazard
Ay what it's hidden for sucker, slow talking
Parents home had to fuck in the trap
Soft ghetto watch yo ass fizzle out
Fuck with young lil fizz
High talking to ya 'bout death
The kid lil bitch
I hate that you always moving ahead but i
Love the way you make it stand still
Baby girl don't act like you just met me
You must be tryna forget me
Who else will get you wet off of DM
I know that's sex to ya memory
Feeling like i got world against me
Laying with the wrong girl up against me
Pull up hear my music out front
Tell mama you'll be back
I hit it from the front then
I hit it from the so
Take it back ho take it back ho
Take it back ho take it back ho
Now run it back bitch run it back bitch
Run it back bitch run it back bitch
Buss it for me, buss it for me
Girl stop playing why you keep touchin on me
My side bitch used to live in the bay
Right around the corner from the k
You super save a ho you need a cape
I got real Bruce Wayne with yo ho in DC
Two phone coach carter
Put ya bitch on my team
Marinate salt water twist the
Sprite with Alpharma
Remember who let you deflowered I'm Kurama
Ain't I, ain't I, ain't I right?
Even when my eyes redder than
This late ass flight
Touch down look around the
City ain't nothing changed
From the look you always gave me
Til the way that you came
I did ya wrong, you're all that i want
Couldn't grant my wish
I'm beefing with Shenron
You called it off but i know what you're on
Cause the dick long, it's Robb Bank$ song