Lyrics:
Chills Pink Frost

I've done? What can I do if she dies? What can I do if she dies? What can I do if she's lost? Just the thought fills my heart with pink frost Thought

out the window, feel the force Feel the Porsche, hit the frost ICE COLD,.. jewels got no flaws Drop got no top, you on the top floor Pink rose', think

out the window, feel the force Feel the Porsche, hit the frost ICE COLD,.. jewels got no flaws Drop got no top, you on the top floor Pink rose', think

the king. I floss rings, the new John Mickens Uhh, I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitchin from New York to Richmond, my shine is sickenin Ice drips, frost

chill if he ain't gettin doe then I'm like no bet chill he don't want me to smoke I'm lyk no bet chill he tryda scoop his shit like I'm a groupie bitch