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Cold as Ice
Smoke DZA
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Really
Uh-huh
(This is really fucking cool)
Really fuckin'
(183Rd Street) Yeah
Take away they oxygen (Uh)
Kill they voice, they pockets thin (Uh)
Niggas with they gossipin'
I'm like, "Say less", just drop the pen
What is niggas profiting? (Uh)
Critics tried to box me in (Uh)
Millionaire, I'm posturin'
Position, I just locked it in
See you niggas watch my drip
Not my style that I could lend
Outfits that'll rock your chin
More Ralph Lauren than Ralph Lauren
They dick pullin', just stop the trend (Uh)
Niggas do a lot, pretend (Uh)
She choosy and she chose me
Five shrugging emojis
Out here gettin' this poultry
Older niggas big bro me, uh
The type of energy that's comin' with the trophy, uh (Word)
Now as I proceed, I take your proceeds
And then I roll weed
Made more cheese than all your OGs
He still talkin' 'bout what he did in like '03 (What?)
It's a real time flex, super cozy
Yeah
Really fuckin'
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Yeah, it's really nothin'
Yeah, I'm really fuckin'
And all that good shit
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Really, look
I'm right now, no time to zero on the past
My new piece is like a kilo and a half
Had to reload on they ass
Niggas thought I went casino with the cash
Full throttle like a C-note on the gas, yeah
I'm built like a boulder out of the MoMA
Missions, send shorty, she held the zips in the stroller
Stickin', movin', made it there, my lil' soldier (Uh)
She gon' rock until it's over
Yeah, drug dealer aura
That makeup you can't find up in Sephora
Build her up, her tolerance for ballers (Uh)
Servin' lil' Maria Sharapova
Another feather in my cap from Jesse "Body" Ventura (Hahaha)
Yeah, keep it polar, that's my attitude
Nigga, stand down, show gratitude
Anything I hop up on inflammable
Born against the odds, no, I cannot lose (Yeah)
Live by you eat what you kill, show me the animal
Yeah
I'm really fuckin'
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Yeah, it's really nothin'
(It's the big horse)
Yeah, I'm really fuckin' (Loud)
Flow cold, heart colder
Moving cloud, my aroma
No key, open the car with the phone
And pull a seven up like a soda (Skrrt)
Like I told you, light the stove up
Fuck your raps, dog, the hype is over (Hahahaha)
Six hundred grams of gold on my necklace
That's more than your savings in your checking
I'll give you a second, double check it (Ayy)
I feel like Hova in the bubble Lexus
Cook it myself so I can tuck the extras, uh
Ice the bezel, watch the hands freeze
I could get you touched from a hands-free
Get rid of you, baby, I'm hopin' you got a plan B
Instead of going 'gainst me
Gettin' antsy, waitin', parked in front of the 'Ganz V
Foreign broad meet my foreign car (Right)
Sippin' rosรฉ tryna convince this bad bitch I'm not a star (Ah)
Somebody lied, there's only one I, la-di-da
Niggas try to copy my rhymes, I need a copyright
I'm really fuckin' (Loud)
Yeah, it's really nothin'
Yeah, I'm really fuckin'
Yeah, it's really nothin'
Yeah, I'm really fuckin'
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