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Soul On Ice

Off the dribble

September 28th

That's the date

I am the West

In stores

You got to get that shit

Internationally known

You got to smell my cologne

Last coast, motherfucker

Last toast, motherfucker

Old money, old money, old money, old money

Old money, old money, old money, old money

Old money, old money, old money, old money

Old money, old money, old money, old money

Old money, new money, no money, nose money

Don't try to turn the Godfather into sonny

Don't try to turn your forefathers into money

The rap guy got the whole world prayin' for me

Pray for me, [Incomprehensible]

Crazy tunes DJ it for me

I'm the real Iron Man

You just rub it down me

I'm crack head and black face

Fresh out the country, nigger

Back the fuck up off me

I burn just like hot coffee

I'm kind of sweet like toffee

Look what this gangdom thought me

Look, mamma, look, mamma

I'm soul on Ice

Look, mamma, look, mamma

I'm soul on Ice

Look, mamma, look, mamma

I'm soul on Ice

Look, mamma, look, mamma

I'm soul on Ice

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