Ice Me Out

Aha, good job 1st!

Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out
Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out

I want Tiffany, I want Angel City
I want all that shit, y'all know I be stunting
You know I'm so worthy, I want that bust down Rollie
You know diamonds make me feel so horny

Bad motherfucker, I got Louis for my luggage
I need money so I hustle, this ain't fake, watch buster
Please don't try me, I might touch it
Kash get crazy, will you touch her?
She wear chains when she fucking
Get her charms, 'cause she lucky

Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out
Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out

Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out
Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out

I ain't gotta get naked for no tennis bracelet
But I need 20 bands, for a fucking anklet
He gave me neck, now I got Patek
These bitches only want that shit 'cause they heard Future say it

All on the internet, you know Kash like to flex
When I hit them up, next you know I get a necklace
Sometimes I want marriage, sometimes I want karats
These niggas is my bitches, I don't fucking care

Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out
Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out

Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out
Ice me out, ice me out
Ice me out, nigga, ice me out

I put you in a drought
When you try to ice me out
I put you in a drought
When you try to ice me out
Nigga! Ice me out
Ice me the fuck out, nigga!
Haha, ha, ha, ha, ice me the fuck out!

Haha, huh... Whoa, no for real, haha
God job, 1st!



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Harris, Arkeisha Knight, Trocon Roberts
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