Ice Baby - A COLORS SHOW
Ayy
Yeah
Flo Milli shit
Bitch
Hop in the car and I race
I see the stars in the Wraith, huh
Talkin' my shit in your face
I might just spit in your face
Blood on my shoes 'cause they bled
On the runway, it be red
You can't keep me out your head
Ho, keep my name out of your thread
Kick it with hoes, I don't pick if you broke
The reason I'm different, I do what you don't
You do what you can and I do what I want
The second that I get turned off then it's on
Money my mood, make a million a month
This easy like Evel Knievel to stunt
In order to get it, bitch, you gotta hunt
I'm done with the gossip, believe what you want
Everybody follow me, real niggas follow me
Bitch niggas follow me, mad 'cause I got a beat
One of the bitches gettin' money in this economy
You sick about it? Do somethin' about it, happy Halloween
Scary-ass ho
Lookin' like Cinderella lost her shoe
That lil' budget won't make me move
I'm too rich to lose my cool
SS, mm
Ice, ice, baby, baby
Ice, ice, baby, baby
I know you sick of the sea, yeah
I spent a mill' on a kick, huh
Water dripping on the tits
Look at the brick on my wrist
I got 'em mad now
I can feel the tension and bad vibes
Aimin' for these hoes like a headshot
Never lettin' up, I ain't playin', nah
Ice, baby, that shit dripping on me
I can't fuck the nigga, treat him like a homie
Only speak on my name if you really want it
I'm the golden ticket, this ain't Willy Wonka
You niggas ain't stoppin' shit with me
Why all the broke bitches wanna beef?
Money talk, I'm speaking Guapanaese
Fuck with ransom, getting to the cheese
Come in back if I say I'ma leave
How they act, got him all on his knees
Got a fake page, I see you stalking me
Pussy great, I think he falling deep
Fuck a opp, bitch, you not in my league
Duckin' cops, I ain't checkin' the speed
Gucci socks, we got matchin' their piece
Boss bitch, I'm who they wanna be
Boo, scary-ass ho
Lookin' like Cinderella lost her shoe
That lil' budget won't make me move
I'm too rich to lose my cool
SS, mm
Ice, ice, baby, baby
Ice, ice, baby, baby
I know you sick of the sea, yeah
I spent a mill' on a kick, huh
Water dripping on the tits
Look at the brick on my wrist, yeah
Ice, ice, baby, baby
Ice, ice, baby, baby
I know you sick of the sea, uh
I spent a mill' on a kick, yeah
Water dripping on the tits
Look at the brick on my wrist
Flo Milli shit
Yeah
Flo Milli shit
Bitch
Hop in the car and I race
I see the stars in the Wraith, huh
Talkin' my shit in your face
I might just spit in your face
Blood on my shoes 'cause they bled
On the runway, it be red
You can't keep me out your head
Ho, keep my name out of your thread
Kick it with hoes, I don't pick if you broke
The reason I'm different, I do what you don't
You do what you can and I do what I want
The second that I get turned off then it's on
Money my mood, make a million a month
This easy like Evel Knievel to stunt
In order to get it, bitch, you gotta hunt
I'm done with the gossip, believe what you want
Everybody follow me, real niggas follow me
Bitch niggas follow me, mad 'cause I got a beat
One of the bitches gettin' money in this economy
You sick about it? Do somethin' about it, happy Halloween
Scary-ass ho
Lookin' like Cinderella lost her shoe
That lil' budget won't make me move
I'm too rich to lose my cool
SS, mm
Ice, ice, baby, baby
Ice, ice, baby, baby
I know you sick of the sea, yeah
I spent a mill' on a kick, huh
Water dripping on the tits
Look at the brick on my wrist
I got 'em mad now
I can feel the tension and bad vibes
Aimin' for these hoes like a headshot
Never lettin' up, I ain't playin', nah
Ice, baby, that shit dripping on me
I can't fuck the nigga, treat him like a homie
Only speak on my name if you really want it
I'm the golden ticket, this ain't Willy Wonka
You niggas ain't stoppin' shit with me
Why all the broke bitches wanna beef?
Money talk, I'm speaking Guapanaese
Fuck with ransom, getting to the cheese
Come in back if I say I'ma leave
How they act, got him all on his knees
Got a fake page, I see you stalking me
Pussy great, I think he falling deep
Fuck a opp, bitch, you not in my league
Duckin' cops, I ain't checkin' the speed
Gucci socks, we got matchin' their piece
Boss bitch, I'm who they wanna be
Boo, scary-ass ho
Lookin' like Cinderella lost her shoe
That lil' budget won't make me move
I'm too rich to lose my cool
SS, mm
Ice, ice, baby, baby
Ice, ice, baby, baby
I know you sick of the sea, yeah
I spent a mill' on a kick, huh
Water dripping on the tits
Look at the brick on my wrist, yeah
Ice, ice, baby, baby
Ice, ice, baby, baby
I know you sick of the sea, uh
I spent a mill' on a kick, yeah
Water dripping on the tits
Look at the brick on my wrist
Flo Milli shit
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