Ice in My Rice

You say ice on my wrist
I say ice in my rice
Your drink be lookin like piss
My food come with the spice
While u give your bitch a kiss
Nigga I fucked her twice
When we pull up on your boys
You niggas scurry like mice
We just pulled up in the vans
We don't fight over a bitch
Y'all know that we be gettin bands
That's why they callin' us rich
You say ice on my wrist
I say ice in my rice
Your drink be lookin like piss
My food come with the spice
While u give your bitch a kiss
Nigga I fucked her twice
When we pull up on your boys
You niggas scurry like mice
We just pulled up in the vans
We don't fight over a bitch
Y'all know that we be gettin bands
That's why they callin' us rich

Ice in my rice
A little sugar and spice
Injuns and I in paradise
Curry on the side
A word of advice
Stay outta my sight
Imma exercise my rights
Put you to bed, Goodnight
Yea imma put you to bed good night
Y'all niggas be lookin' for a fight
Imma knock you out like I'm Mike
Throw a jab and u start to take flight
Imma make u fly like a kite
All of them woodys I light
You're girl said she wanna blow
But then yo bitch start to bite

(Poderoso!)

Ice on my rice
Ice on my ride
Gun by my side
No I don't lie
Designer I buy
Ain't got no time
Loud like a chime
Sour like lime
Damn
Me and my homies gonna keep it chill
Y'all niggas funny very funny like Key and Peele
Money is what we deal
This Gucci all real
Y'all inexpensive like a motherfucking value meal
These niggas call me Dio
My neck is very frio
No jodan con lo mío
Or you get this stainless steel
Stacking my bands all the way to the top
So high up I think it might drop
Getting that money like Fetty Wap guap
No I do not fuck with these cops
Smoking that Cannabis
What's your analysis
Me I am talented
Hood I inhabited
Bars are so staggering
Your's are so saddening
Think you can beat me
No that ain't happening
Keep on imagining

Get money fuck bitches
Can't fuck with the snitches
I swear you don't listen
You've gained my attention
Get out of my business
Cock the glock and you're finished
You ain't bout that life
You ain't my type
I'm ballin' like mike
Cause my shit is tight
We gonna have to fight
Get the fuck out my sight
Get on my level
You look like the devil
Shoot you up get your metal
We gonna have to wrestle
Fold you like a pretzel
You're a terrible vessel
Staying learning my lessons
Popo be testin'
And Niggas be guessin'
Got the Girls stay messin'
The gang gang never Restin'
Eat the pussy like Dressing

Ballin in Europe, overseas
My raps bouta be bigger than the galaxy's
Gotta get the bag major key
Boutta get this money triple B's
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Pussy so good it tastin' like curry
Not gonna let her squirt a single flurry
Fuck her so hard make her vision blurry
Parents comin' home gotta leave in a hurry
Can't let them see what we've been doin'
That's why I gotta speak and keep the game movin'
You play yo game but yo game is losin
Yo games the one that I'm diffusin'
Don't hate the playa, hate the game
Yeah I'm the one that makes you go in sane
You see this ice you see this chain,
Pass me the rock and I'll make it rain
Uh Oh, there's the hoes, There's the fuck boys look at them go
Time to watch my favorite show
Look at the time watch how fast it goes
Bouta watch them get rejected
Get the tech get ejected
Got it wrong get corrected
Your next get protection
Yeah 'Reload' I'm the one
Yeah I'm the one who triggers the gun
Yeah I'm the one who triggers for fun
Don't mess with me or your life is done
Chicago's my city
If I fall they with me
If I'm with the gang then we litty
If I'm with the gang then we litty
If I'm with the gang then we litty

Your only money be in your shoes
Flex on me I'll give you a bruise
Your girl looks like Kylie Jenner on booze
In Dubai we be driving coupes
New whips bought like new shoes
Called your bitch over and taught Kama Sutra
I'm the king man I'm not new
Brown boys love me cause I'm the truth



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Writer(s): $pice Boi
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