Ice Cold Killer

I was a
god in my city
here the steppers get busy
where its always sunny
but its chilly in philly
back when I sold the Molly
prolly had your mama hooked
fucked with the crooks
gave her something for the nook
I pay my taxes
but I gotta cook the books
she easy access
but you gotta pay her
how she look
certified lover man
they call me ice cold
Look and behold
the bezel all froze
I was a pistol packing
never lacking
bitch smaking
killer
never ran away from
a problem
or a nigga in the field
kicked him down
like a spartan
he died without his shield
dicked her down in his apartment
she paying all the bills
for real?
ill!!!

Ice Cold killer!
Ice Cold!!!!



Credits
Writer(s): Dasan Samuels
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