ICEKOLd (feat. Foreign Papa)

Ice on the road
Know that I'm Kold
Molly be calling my soul
Sprite on the road
No more to go
I be like whoa
I be like whoa
She be like whoa
I be like whoa
She be like ohh
Tell her go slow
Tell her go slow
Tell her go Slow
Tell her go slow

Sipping up on the codeine
Spiting that fire like dragon with wings
I float thru the sky when I'm smoking that green
I'm leaving that bitch cause I don't need a ting
Finna be calling my manager wanna light these hoes like candles
Finna be calling my manager wanna light these hoes like candles
Popping this molly in Minute Maid
I got the lemonade sipping that drank
I got that pussy it's up in my face
I love the way that muhfucka taste
Beam on my hip case the lil bitch play
Mask on her face this ain't no masquerade
Finna be calling my manager wanna light theses hoes like candles

Ice on the road
Know that I'm Kold
Molly be calling my soul
Sprite on the road
No more to go
I be like whoa
I be like whoa
She be like whoa
I be like whoa
She be like ohh
Tell her go slow
Tell her go slow
Tell her go Slow
Tell her go slow

Niggas be frightening
All of these bitches keep lying
Ice on the road not diamonds
Shit im to timeless
Watch is to froze i think it stop timing
They leave me praying
All of these bitches keep hating
But they can't relate
Eat this beat up
Tasting like cake
Like oh heaven sakes
Imma just go on
Off of this shake
You niggas is snakes
You bitches is fake
This money I make
Don't go to the bank

Ice on the road
Know that I'm Kold
Molly be calling my soul
Sprite on the road
No more to go
I be like whoa
I be like whoa
She be like whoa
I be like whoa
She be like ohh
Tell her go slow
Tell her go slow
Tell her go Slow
Tell her go slow



Credits
Writer(s): Emanuel Rosario
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