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Omarion, Rick Ross - Ice Cold (Album Version (Explicit))

Ice Cold
Omarion, Rick Ross
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[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
She fell in love with a dope boy,
Black diamonds on the neck of that dope boy,
Big body Benz for that dope boy,
Love every tattoo on that dope boy,
She sheds tears for that dope boy,
Shit, it is what it is for that dope boy,
Handle minor biz for that dope boy,
But the reward is major, so on and so forth.
She can tell you by the Greyhound,
She can show you, how to stay down,
I can tell you 'bout to break down.
VS1's all in my bitch watch face now,
Straight G's for your low esteem,
A.P's for the whole team,
As I run away from my obituary,
Walking in the shit, that'll get you buried.
Miami's mine, like I'm Pat Riley,
Baselines shoot at niggas, act wisely,
Get the picture, niggas getting richer now,
Living next to bitches, out on Fisher Isle
Down from Oprah, Don King, and Sosa,
Come to the coca, callate la boca!
They let shit slide, when my nigga won't,
Remember, God forgives and them triggers don't.

[Hook: Omarion]
Aw, baby, it's just how it goes,
Can't feel it, but I know, you know,
'Cause I keep it on the outside of you, girl,
And I keep it on the outside of you, girl.
And I'm reaping just what I sow,
My heart's beating but it still stay froze,
And y'all waiting on the inside for me, girl,
And y'all waiting on the inside for me, girl.
Arms wide open,
It's warm in here.

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
She fell in love with the lifestyle,
Paper tag now her neck all iced out,
Lear jets to the fights now,
Bellagio crap table with the dice out,
Floor seats at the Heat game,
Her bag 20 grand, nigga, peep game,
South beach making love on the rooftop,
Fucking to the rhythm, got her singing like she Jill Scott.
I'm just a nigga with a attitude,
Earning revenue through different avenues,
One of my soldiers died in Attica,
Anything other than a ride is out of character.
Top down, and it feels right,
I could tell you, what a dope boy feels like,
I could tell you, that he never sleeps,
He may smile, but it's never sweet,
Swisha burning at his fingertips,
Tears on the inside, but they never drip.
God forgives, and the courts don't,
Seeking an appeal when the courts won't.

[Hook]

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