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    "Ice Cold" Lyrics

    Baby feat. Birdman and TQ

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    track 18
    Birdman [2002]
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    Ladies an' Gentlemen, this young man
    Is the author of the book 'Pimps are people too'
    He is also the President of Guns, Bitches an' Automobiles
    He also controls all the seafood trade

    He got the shrimps, the lobsters, the primes
    The salmon, the little salmon, the big salmon
    The sardines, the cardads an' all that

    Ladies an' gentlemen, put your hands together
    An' give a warm welcome
    To Jay Fizzle, my nizzle, fo' shizzle

    Stunner an' T Kizzie, that's so icey
    Mommy gave me rangs on the back of my bikey
    I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey
    Icey, icey, my wifey, wifey

    They should have named me Dr. Freeze
    'Cause I'm the coldest nigga y'all have seen
    The day that rap met R n' B
    You got the Birdman, Jazze an' me

    Ay, ay, see, I'm so icey, my life so cool
    So, so icey, the boys are fool
    Ice from iceman, I ice my boo
    I iced all over, from my head to her shoe

    Ice in the mail from Jacob, boo
    I got a million dollar prala seat behind ya too
    It's a million dollar mob that's behind me, boo
    Now watch what the fuck I do

    Tell me why, why is it so
    That I'm so ice cold
    Tell me why, why, is it so
    That I'm so ice cold

    I put ice on my mom an' my sister too
    It's Mister Icey Icey in the burgundy coupe
    I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here
    On them white wall tires with them white wall rims

    The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots
    I got ice all over with the million dollar shoes
    Look at iced up 'dro back, iced up me
    Watch number 18 as he kill the city

    Put ice on my Benz, on the 20 inch rims
    An' I ice my lens with the Burberry tims
    I got ice on my wrist, too cold to melt
    Pinky ring, icey, icey in a bird nest

    I'm from the Ice clique, we unexplainably rich
    Whole lotta hits, whole lotta chips
    CEO, the Birdman, whole lotta bricks
    Put it all together, that's a whole lotta shit

    Tell me why, why is it so
    That I'm so ice cold
    Tell me why, why, is it so
    That I'm so ice cold

    I got million dollar game with a fly as freak
    Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth
    Round shape, we shape, my shit is a fool
    I got 15 karats, icey ice my boo

    Went to the corner, you can see me
    I'm in the ice cold six four, smokin' 'dro
    Ballin' nice an' easy, SS that I bought from fresh
    With the Cali license plate that read, "L.A. is best"

    Big Wop is iced out an' Ceedi iced out
    Tiny Toe, Big G, my round's iced out
    An' Exey icey hot, Busy is too
    We get money, spit ice an' wear Gucci suits

    Let me tell you 'bout what we are, is what we are
    Ice cold money makin', see ya, ma
    An' we gon' keep ballin' 'til they close the bar
    An' do the same damn thing tomarra, oh yeah, oh yeah

    Tell me why, why is it so
    That I'm so ice cold
    Tell me why, why, is it so
    That I'm so ice cold

    Fo' sho', nigga, y'all know who want this ice shit
    For this game, nigga, it ain't no secret
    See ya morra for life, nigga
    My whole crew shinnin', nigga
    Busy, Birdman, Third World Magnolia, biatch

    Say, T Queezie, you're too hot for me pimpin'
    See you stunnin', you talk enough shit
    To make a cripple man walk
    I'm a tell you like this, dog

    See, Jimmy, you holdin' down back there, nigga
    And keep your head up, say, Elton
    You still one of the hottest niggas out there, nigga
    You ain't front at all, nigga, keep ya head up, biatch

    My brothers in this shit, ya heard me, biatch, biatch
    Please believe it, [Incomprehensible]
    Bird call, motherfucker, bird call, motherfucker
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2012 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Darryl Williams, Dino Esposito, Robert Van Winkle, Wayne Stallings.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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