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letra de j balli - ice (remix)- ft lil yachty & tfemi - j balli

[intro: lil yachty]
j balli!
lil boat!
j balli!

tfemi
yo! yo! yo!
cold like, cold like ice, yo

[verse:tfemi]

cold like ice (what)

her heart its cold like ice(yeah)

lemme eat it beat it girl u know it for one night(ok)

i’m the big dog girl u know i’ll treat u right (say what)

check her off my bucket list cause she’s with me tonight (yeah)

big diamond, big diamonds

ice so cold they real diamonds

henny calling femi its show times

take a few sips i’m done now

going 95 no license on me

wanted cream whites lil pricey homie

birdman save stunna

cause i’m a real stunna omg!

[hook: j balli]
cold like ice
called ’em, cold like ice
cold like ice
called ’em, cold like ice
feelin’ nice, yeah
feelin’, feelin’ nice, yeah
feelin’ nice, yeah
feelin’, feelin’ nice, yeah
cold like ice
called ’em, cold like ice
cold like ice
called ’em, cold like ice
b-tch, i’m f-cked up
b-tch-b-tch, b-tch, i’m f-cked up
b-tch, i’m f-cked up
b-tch-b-tch, b-tch, i’m f-cked up

[verse: j balli]
got my b-tch and i screw her like a lug nut
if she cold then i f-ck her up to warm her up
got some liqour and a old lighter, roll it up
still she bad and she bout it, so we turnin’ up
in the crib, smell that pineapple, we burnin’ up
grabbed the bottle, popped a cap, watch me pour it up
i’m sippin’ henny and she sippin’ on the vodka
we mess it up, now we feelin’ like some rockstars

[verse: j balli]
watch me dab, take a nap, got me f-cked up
no, f-cked up (what?) don’t know what’s up
if it’s lean or it’s henny then pour my cup
j balli, lil yachty keep it turned up

[verse : lil yachty]
b-tch i’m really rich
check a n-gg- wrist
check a n-gg- neck
look at how i’m shinin’
look at all these diamonds
god d-mn, ice, ice, ice, water
cash money on me like a n-gg- wayne carter
shoutout 21, on my daughter slaughter
professional sh-t talk
real diamonds on the young n-gg-, spent a full check you ain’t never seen
thumbin’ through about fifty racks, now the b-tch wanna suck all on my p-n-s
it’s cold like minnesota, i thought i told ya
if you ain’t know that, now you know, bro
yeah, my n-gg-s rollin’ like a fire truck
kick the b-tch out if she ain’t f-ckin’, that’s real
i ain’t tellin’ jokes, these things how i feel
lil boat!

- j balli

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