Ice Castles (feat. KokoThaGod)
Ice castles in the sky
White diamonds so divine
Ice castles in the sky
Built for you and I
We could lose our jobs bitch fuck a 9 to 5
Say she wanna die
Wildin' not surprised
Take my loving hand decide, is we down to ride
Never trust a hoooe
Plot, stepping on my playa faith, amen
Jon hit the block and then I fade away, that's in
No- jumper for a major play, damn
Won't let me fly like this the great escape, lord
Heart stoppin' ain't no blood today
Sick of needin' money mane, sick of needin' money mane
Fk it
Ice creams, hang on my ass
Apc's, holdin the cash
Lil mama sit, on my lap
That aint the dick, that is the gaht
LV print, all on my rag
Walk in the store, kno they got raf
Ima cop this Ima cop that
She get the most, she is so bad
Poppin these beans I swear I won't sleep
She shakin that ass I swear I won't blink
Talk to the money Dont need no shrink
These niggas still wonder why we don't link
She gon suck me with no teeth
Smoke get higher then nose bleeds
Copped from swae then start the G
Big V6 this ain't no jeep
TLC don't need no creeps
We got Different color kicks everyday the week
She keep going it got me weak
Then cook the grits like auntie fee
Don't try she out ya league
Pull up jump out the beam
Got green like collard greens
There ain't no stoping me
And if I coooould bitch you know a young nigga would, ayyyy
White diamonds so divine
Ice castles in the sky
Built for you and I
We could lose our jobs bitch fuck a 9 to 5
Say she wanna die
Wildin' not surprised
Take my loving hand decide, is we down to ride
Never trust a hoooe
Plot, stepping on my playa faith, amen
Jon hit the block and then I fade away, that's in
No- jumper for a major play, damn
Won't let me fly like this the great escape, lord
Heart stoppin' ain't no blood today
Sick of needin' money mane, sick of needin' money mane
Fk it
Ice creams, hang on my ass
Apc's, holdin the cash
Lil mama sit, on my lap
That aint the dick, that is the gaht
LV print, all on my rag
Walk in the store, kno they got raf
Ima cop this Ima cop that
She get the most, she is so bad
Poppin these beans I swear I won't sleep
She shakin that ass I swear I won't blink
Talk to the money Dont need no shrink
These niggas still wonder why we don't link
She gon suck me with no teeth
Smoke get higher then nose bleeds
Copped from swae then start the G
Big V6 this ain't no jeep
TLC don't need no creeps
We got Different color kicks everyday the week
She keep going it got me weak
Then cook the grits like auntie fee
Don't try she out ya league
Pull up jump out the beam
Got green like collard greens
There ain't no stoping me
And if I coooould bitch you know a young nigga would, ayyyy
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Bosch
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