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holy mob - ice ain't colder than me lyrics

[intro]
say your prayers

[verse 1: roddy ricch]
i get racks
louis backpack on my back
i put the city on my back
i put the city on the map
promethazine and codeine in my double cup
n+ggas know i’m big dog, you a puppy
put that b+tch in my car and she love me
i can’t never get too buddy+buddy
keep that mc hammer, they can’t touch me
a lotta clips and mags, they tried to bust me
’cause you know i got the racks bussin’
i got out the mud ’cause i had to ball
to get a new tennis for my b+tch
i make the package do backflips
to get a new patek on my wrist
got a new automatic that’s on my hip
n+ggas talk ’bout the bag but it don’t exist
this that new drip designer, it cost me
in the back of the ‘bach, she gon’ show her tits
i was that n+gga when i was in the streets
watched my uncle whip the dope and push the ki’
she wanna buy the brand new ‘rari
she want the ring with the flawless cut baguettes
i went to jail and came home, had to run it up
got the new diamonds on my neck
now all these b+tches want is s+x
i just sh+tted on my ex
i got this sh+t out the harder way
call up my dog derez

[instrumental break]

[verse 2: roddy ricch]
you know i f+ck it up, yeah
n+gga i was really jumpin’ out the traps
pushed the chevy with bananas in the back
i be chasin’ that bag n+gga, had to get them racks in
i been rockin’ balmain, and your n+gga shop at pac+sun
b+tch i’ve been hoppin’ out the bag, it’s different
i run these hundreds and i play my position
a n+gga never got no sleep
and that’s why ain’t no n+gga cold as me

[outro; roddy ricch]
cold as me
ain’t no n+gga cold as me

- holy mob lyrics

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