Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chillin' (Ice Cold) , by - Grieves. Release date: 24.08.2017
Song language: English
Chillin' (Ice Cold) |
| I lay it down |
| Looking like I walked through hell |
| Rhyme sturdy though ain’t nobody ringing my bell |
| That’s a sure shot, William Tell |
| I go get them and I won’t stop |
| Rhythm compels |
| The world listens when the show stops |
| Only the quell can make venom so |
| Don’t let me catch your ass slippin' |
| Mic check 1, 2 |
| Hey, hey, ship called, mayday |
| North Star fallin' out the sky like it’s J-Day |
| Back to the bay like K. Flay |
| Baby, I’m a grown ass man, I don’t nae-nae |
| All I do is two step |
| True def |
| Blu-Ray vision on them |
| New wave going swimming on them |
| Hold up (hold up) |
| I’m 'bout to throw up |
| Motherfuckers making me sick like Ebola |
| Roll up put them on blast and it’s over |
| Got that Pappy Van Wink in a glass and a cold-shoulder |
| I’m chillin' |
| I’m chillin' |
| Phone keeps ringin', I ain’t picking up |
| They tuggin' on my strings, I ain’t gettin' up |
| I never mind 'em |
| They all behind me |
| They can talk that shit, now, whenever they want |
| (Whenever they want) |
| (Whenever they want) |
| (Whenever they want, yeah) |
| Ice cold |
| (I'm tellin' time, yeah) |
| Now say what you want |
| Private calls in them dinin' halls, we don’t answer those |
| Ain’t comin' close to talkin' to souls that’s sweet as cantaloupe |
| I’m too dope |
| To be phased by mirrors and smoke, mirages of hope |
| The only time they’re on demand, hah—is holdin' remotes |
| Please don’t play wit' me, you ain’t a friend of me |
| You know that’s plain to see, they want to aim at me |
| They know I am a G like 40 deep |
| Might turn your squad into a vacancy like where your family be |
| Please believe that we won’t catch no felonies |
| Oh, now we don’t like the violence, but to stay alive boy, you’ve got to find |
| balance |
| Oh, that’s the model for life |
| And I ain’t dappin' all these niggas, wouldn’t throw 'em in a fight, no |
| Take my spot that’s what you want |
| I’m heaven-sent, you irrelevant, so they can say what they want |
| I’m chillin', I’m chillin' (Ice cold) |
| Phone keeps ringin', I ain’t picking up |
| They tuggin' on my strings, I ain’t gettin' up |
| I never mind 'em |
| They all behind me |
| They can talk that shit, now, whenever they want |
| (Whenever they want) |
| (Whenever they want) |
| (Whenever they want, yeah) |
| Ice cold |