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