- Votes:
- Composer:
- William Leonard Roberts Ii
 
- See also:
Rick Ross - Ice Cold lyrics
[Verse 1]
 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 shares tears for that dope boy
 Sh*t, 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 b*tch, 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 sh*t, that'll get you buried
 Miami's mine like I'm Pat Riley
 Baselines shoot at n*ggas, act wisely
 Get the picture, n*ggas getting richer now
 Living next to b*tches, out on Fisher Isle
 Down from Oprah, Don King, and Sosa
 Come to the coca, cállate la boca
 They let sh*t slide when my n*gga 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, girlRick Ross - Ice Cold - http://motolyrics.com/rick-ross/ice-cold-lyrics.html
 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]
 She fell in love with the lifestyle
 Paper tag now her neck all iced out
 Lear jets to the fights now
 Belagio crap table with the dice out
 Floor seats at the Heat game
 Her bag 20 grand, n*gga, peep game
 South beach making love on the rooftop
 F*cking to the rhythm, got her singing like she Jill Scott
 I'm just a n*gga 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
 Sneaking an appeal when the courts won't
[Hook]















