Ice Cold

I keep a bad bitch around me
She say im so lucky that you found me
I step into your ocean i'm not waving, im drowning
Nigga tryna P90X, boy you better walk it off, go jogging with yo bitch
She chose my dick over a relationship
You let her roll the weed nigga, i let her roll around in the bed
Hot sugar, cold shoulder, i walk past ya [?]
Parents home had to fuck in the trap, soft ghetto
Watch yo ass fizzle out, fuck with young lil fizz
High talking to ya bout death the kid lil bitch
I hate that you always moving ahead but i love the way you make it stand still

Chores
Baby girl don't act like you just met me, you must be tryna forget me
Who else will get you wet off of DM, i know that sex to ya memory
Feeling like i got world against me, laying with the wrong girl up against me
Pull up hear my music out front, tell mama you'll be back
I hit it from the front then i hit it from the so

Take it back ho
Take it back ho
Take it back ho
Take it back ho
Now run it back bitch
Run it back bitch
Run it back bitch
Run it back bitch

Take it back ho
Take it back ho
Take it back ho
Take it back ho
Now run it back bitch
Run it back bitch
Run it back bitch
Run it back bitch

Buss it for me, buss it for me
Girl stop playing why you keep touchin on me
My side bitch used to live in the bay, right around the corner from the k
You super save a ho you need a cape
I real bruce wayne with yo ho in D.C
Two phone coach carter, put ya bitch on my team
Marinate salt water twist the sprite with [?]
Remember who let you deflowered i'm Kurama
Ain't i, ain't i, ain't i right?
Even when my eyes redder than this late ass flight
Touch down look around the city ain't nothing changed
From the look you always gave me til the way that you came
I did ya wrong, you're all that i want
Couldn't grant my wish, im beefing with [?]
You called it off but i know what you're on
Cause the dick long, its robb bank$ song

Chores
Baby girl don't act like you just met me, you must be tryna forget me
Who else will get you wet off of DN, i know that sets in ya memory
Feeling like i got world against me, laying with the wrong girl up against me
Pull up hear my music out front, tell mama you'll be back
I hit it from the front then i hit it from the so

Take it back ho
Take it back ho
Take it back ho
Take it back ho
Now run it back bitch
Run it back bitch
Run it back bitch
Run it back bitch

Take it back ho
Take it back ho
Take it back ho
Take it back ho
Now run it back bitch
Run it back bitch
Run it back bitch
Run it back bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Burrell, Nuri Saberin
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