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red cafe - ice cold كلمات الأغنية

(intro)
let’s get ready to rumble!

saratosa, the notorious big
back to flight school
how’s yo b-tch?
east side n-gg-s, what it be like? sh-t down

(hook)
ice, ice cold
that’s a cold m-th-f-cka, ice ice cold
that’s a cold m-th-f-cka, ice ice cold
m-th-f-cka, ice ice cold
that’s a cold m-th-f-cka, ice ice cold

(verse)
ice, ice cold
f-ck all the bullsh-t, we takin over
all my n-gg-s be stuntin heavy like they supposed to
we won the trophy, f-ck all them nominees
now i’m prayin to god for all my rivalries
ice, ice cold
that’s a cold m-th-f-cka, ice ice cold
f-ck wit my money might be your last day
we smokin’ n-gg-s, i’m gon’ need an ashtray
strip off her lingerie like a robberies
i made her c-m fast like she was j-panese
she listen to drizzy, weezy and trigga trey
i said whatever baby, you getting d-ck today
hah, thug life, that’s swole like
shakedown, we got the best dope price
yea

(hook)
ice, ice cold
that’s a cold m-th-f-cka, ice ice cold
that’s a cold m-th-f-cka, ice ice cold
m-th-f-cka, ice ice cold
that’s a cold m-th-f-cka, ice ice cold

(verse)
ice, ice cold
these n-gg-s counterfeit, they ain’t bout sh-t
i be weighin stacks, ain’t got time to count sh-t
i’m just tryna get ahead while we get some head
first flock a n-gg-, they know i get to the bread
yea, ice ice cold
i’m a bad m-th-f-cka, bad like michael
let’s get it
sh-t 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 alb-m, still getting that buckle out
they waitin for this sh-t like mayweather and pacquiao

(hook)
ice, ice cold
that’s a cold m-th-f-cka, ice ice cold
that’s a cold m-th-f-cka, ice ice cold
m-th-f-cka, ice ice cold
that’s a cold m-th-f-cka, ice ice cold

(verse)
i’m runnin the town, no f-ckin around
i’m f-ckin 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 p-ssy 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 c-cked
my n-gg-s shooters, my b-tches is bout it
we smoking and drinkin, get f-cked 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 sh-t n-gg-
psycho 2, what else?
(fatality, fatality)

this is donald trump and who kid you’re fired

- red cafe

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