Icey

Icey [Intro] Yuh, la, la It’s just funny how I do you, ah-ah-ah Richard Mille make ‘em pukey, ah-ah-ah Gotta a tiny booty oochie, ah-ah-ah [Chorus] Woah, I told her she a thug wannabe Woah, demon here can’t get his head out the streets Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces [Verse 1] Twist up, backwoods, I know switchers switch up We get up, (?) her every (?) weekend Catch up, Calamari then I want a cougar Woah-woah, I’ma (?) her ‘til she’s purple Hoover What up, you can’t waste none of my time bitch I’m up, I got way too many money I’m up, you can ask my Mommy Pourin’ up this dundee Put a ring ‘round your finger, charisma (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) I left twenty five thousand on your dresser (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) I told her ain’t this cool, on like Tesla (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) All my girlfriends are real done (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) I told ‘em baby “don’t waste my (?)” (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) I put your ring on (?) (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) Woah, I told the bitch I want icy teeth [Chorus] Woah, I told her she a thug wannabe Woah, demon here can’t get his head out the streets Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy Woah, I bought the steady, won’t need no seats Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces [Verse 2] Rag talk, oh yeah, the first time I bought a watch, oh yeah Mad flossin’, oh yeah, your ni*** got mad sauce, oh yeah Spin the block, oh yeah, the kids are dodgin’ shots, oh yeah Big dawg, oh yeah, but they won’t let me take a fall, oh yeah Gucci socks, oh yeah, Fendi watch, oh yeah Jimmy (?) has a birthday sendin’ shots, oh yeah Shawty sayin’ it’s her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh yeah Audemar, oh yeah, match the buss count, oh yeah [Bridge] Yuh, la, la It’s just funny how I do you, ah-ah-ah Richard Mille make ‘em pukey, ah-ah-ah Gotta a tiny booty oochie, ah-ah-ah [Chorus] Woah, I told her she a thug wannabe Woah, demon here can’t get his head out the streets Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces