Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ice Cold , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ice Cold |
| Explain |
| She fell in love with a dope boy |
| Black diamonds on the neck of that dope boy |
| Big body Benz for that dope boy |
| Love every tattoo on that dope boy |
| She sheds tears for that dope boy |
| Shit, it is what it is for that dope boy |
| Handle minor biz for that dope boy |
| But the reward is major, so on and so forth |
| She can tell you by the greyhound |
| She can show you how to stay down |
| I can tell you 'bout to break down |
| VS1's all in my bitch watch face now |
| Straight G’s for your low esteem |
| A.P's for the whole team |
| As I run away from my obituary |
| Walking in the shit that’ll get you buried |
| Miami’s mine like I’m Pat Riley |
| Baselines shoot at niggas, act wisely |
| Get the picture, niggas getting richer now |
| Living next to bitches, out on Fisher Isle |
| Down from Oprah, Don King, and Sosa |
| Come to the coca, callate la boca |
| They let shit slide when my nigga won’t |
| Remember God forgives and them triggers don’t |
| Aw baby it’s just how it goes |
| Can’t feel it but I know you know |
| Cause I keep it on the outside of you, girl |
| And I keep it on the outside of you, girl |
| And I’m reaping just what I sow |
| My heart’s beating but it’s still? |
| raw |
| And ya’ll waiting on the inside for me, girl |
| And ya’ll waiting on the inside for me, girl |
| Arms wide open |
| (it's warm in here) |
| She fell in love with the lifestyle |
| Paper tag now her neck all iced out |
| Lear jets to the fights now |
| Belagio crap table with the dice out |
| Floor seats at the Heat game |
| Her bag 20 grand, nigga, peep game |
| South beach making love on the rooftop |
| Fucking to the rhythm, got her singing like she Jill Scott |
| I’m just a nigga with a attitude |
| Earning revenue through different avenues |
| One of my soldiers died in Attica |
| Anything other than a ride is out of character |
| Top down and it feels right |
| I could tell you what a dope boy feels like |
| I could tell you that he never sleeps |
| He may smile but it’s never sweet |
| Swisha burning at his fingertips |
| Tears on the inside but they never drip |
| God forgives and the courts don’t |
| Seeking an appeal when the courts won’t |