Ice Cold (Album Version|Edited)

Ice Cold (Album Version|Edited) - Baby/TQ/Jazze Pha

Ladies and Gentlemen

This young man

Is the author of the book

Pimps are people too

He is also the President of Guns

B**ches 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 ni**a

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 f**k 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 sh*t

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 sh*t is a fool

I got 15 karat

Icey ice my boo

Went to the corner

You can see me

I'm in the ice cold six four

Smoking dro

Balling nice an easy

SS that I bought from fresh

With the Cali license plate

That read A is best

Big Wop is iced out

An Ceedi iced out

Tiny Toe Big G

My round's iced out

AnExey 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 making

See ya ma

An we gon keep balling

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 ni**a

Y'all know who want this ice sh*t

For this game ni**a

It ain't no secret

See ya morra for life ni**a

My whole crew shinning ni**a

Busy Birdman

Third World Magnolia biatch

Say T Queezie

You're too hot for me pimping

See you stunning you talk enough sh*t

To make a cripple man walk

I'm a tell you like this dog

See Jimmy you holding

Down back there ni**a

And keep your head up say Elton

You still one of the hottest

Niggas out there ni**a

You ain't front at all ni**a

Keep ya head up biatch

My brothers in this sh*t

Ya heard me biatch biatch

Bird call motherf**ker

Bird call motherf**ker