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Let’s get ready to rumble! Saratosa, the Notorious BIG Back to flight school How’s yo bitch? East side niggas, what it be like? Shit down Ice, ice cold That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold Muthafucka, ice ice cold That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold Ice, ice cold Fuck all the bullshit, we takin over All my niggas be stuntin heavy like they supposed to We won the trophy, fuck all them nominees Now I’m prayin to god for all my rivalries Ice, ice cold That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold Fuck wit my money might be your last day We smokin' niggas, I'm gon' need an ashtray Strip off her lingerie like a robberies I made her cum fast like she was Japanese She listen to Drizzy, Weezy and Trigga Trey I said whatever baby, you getting dick today Letras de cancionesHah, thug life, that’s swole like Shakedown, we got the best dope price Yea Ice, ice cold That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold Muthafucka, ice ice cold That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold Ice, ice cold These niggas counterfeit, they ain’t bout shit I be weighin stacks, ain’t got time to count shit I’m just tryna get ahead while we get some head First flock a nigga, they know I get to the bread Yea, ice ice cold I’m a bad muthafucka, bad like Michael Let’s get it Shit might look trippy but we ain’t trippin though (What else?) Might just be sippin but we ain’t mixin though (What else?) All the time I ran, was on the federales My chick be on the Aderol or they on the molly Got that album, still getting that buckle out They waitin for this shit like Mayweather and Pacquiao Ice, ice cold That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold Muthafucka, ice ice cold That’s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold I’m runnin the town, no fuckin around I’m fuckin with Hov, I’m back on the brown Walk through the valley, the shadow of death I’m pitchin the white like I’m back when I’m out Bangin this pussy while you on yo feelings Makin a killin, got work and I’m villain Livin the life of a hustla child Pop me a freak then I’m back to the dealin We in the streets, just me and my dawg Ridin around with the strap and it cocked My niggas shooters, my bitches is bout it We smoking and drinkin, get fucked by the law Ice, ice cold And we back to the hood with the OG kush, that boy psycho Aye man kill that beat man Kill that shit nigga Psycho 2, what else? (Fatality, fatality) This is Donald Trump and who kid you’re fired From Letras Mania