Ice Cold chords by Rick Ross
Intro 1
C
Em
C
Em
Verse 1
Em
She fell in love with a dope boy
Black diamonds on the neck
Dm
of that dope boy
Em
Big body Benz for that dope boy
Am
Em
Love every tattoo on that dope boy
She sheds tears for that dope boy
Dm
Shit, it is what it is for that dope, boy
Handle minor biz for that dope, boy
Am
But then tell you by the Greyhound
She can reward is major, so
Em
C
on and so forth
Em
C
Em
C
She can show you how to stay down
Em
I can tell you 'bout to break down
C
Em
VS1's all in my bitch,
watch face now?
Straight G's for your low esteem
C
Em
C
Eight P's for the whole team
Em
As I run away from my obituary
Walking in the shit,
that'll get you buried
Miami's mine like I'm Pat
Riley
Dm
Baselines shoot at niggas, act wisely
Get the picture,
Em
Am
niggas getting richer now
Em
Living next to bitches, out on Fisher Isle
Down from Oprah, Don King,
and Sosa
Come to the coca, callate la boca
Dm
They let shit slide when my
Em
nigga won't
Remember God forgives and
Verse 2
them triggers don't
C
Em
Aw baby, it's just how it goes
Can't feel it but I know you know
C
'Cause I keep it on
the outside of you, girl
Em
And I keep it on the outside
of you, girl
And I'm reaping just what I sow
My heart's beating but it still stay fro'
Dm
And y'all waiting on
the inside for me, girl
Am
And y'all waiting on the inside
Em
Arms wide open
(It's warm in here)
Arms wide open
Dm
(It's warm in here)
Em
Am
Em
Arms wide open
(It's warm in here)
Dm
Arms wide open
Em
(It's warm in here)
Am
Em
She fell in love
Verse 3
with the lifestyle
Paper tag now her neck all iced out
Dm
Lear jets to the fights now
Em
Am
Em
Bellagio crap table with the dice out
C
Floor seats at the Heat game
Her bag twenty grand,
Em
nigga, peep game
South beach making love
on the rooftop
Fucking to the rhythm,
C
got her singing like she Jill Scott
Em
C
I'm just a nigga with a attitude
Em
Earning revenue through different avenues
C
Em
One of my soldiers died in Attica
Anything other than a ride
C
Em
is out of character
Top down and it feels right
Dm
I could tell you what a dope boy feels like
Em
I could tell you that he never sleeps
Am
Em
He may smile but it's never
sweet
Swisha burning at his fingertips
Dm
Tears on the inside but they never drip
Em
God forgives and the courts don't
Sneak in an appeal when the courts won't
Verse 4
Em
Aw baby, it's just how it goes
Can't feel it but I know you know
Dm
'Cause I keep it on
the outside of you, girl
Am
Em
And I keep it on the outside
of you, girl
And I'm reaping just what I sow
My heart's beating but it still stay fro'
Dm
And y'all waiting on the inside for me, girl
Em
Am
Em
And y'all waiting on the inside
Arms wide open
(It's warm in here)
Arms wide open
Dm
(It's warm in here)
Em
Arms wide open
(It's warm in here)
Dm
Em
Arms wide open
Am
Em
(It's warm in here)
Ice Cold
Rick Ross
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