Icey

Yeah, he keep me icey
Yeah, uh, he keep me icey
Uh, uh, uh, he keep me icey
Yeah, yeah, he keep me, uh

Ice my neck, uh
He ice my wrist, uh
He ice me out, uh
Cuz I'm that bitch, uh

I don't like that nigga, uh
But I like that dick, uh
These hoes ain't cold, uh
Can't call out sick, uh

Can't call out work, uh
Gotta put in that work, uh
Better work that 9 to 5 before you end up on a shirt
Better learn to play your part before you get your feelings hurt

Better learn to play your part before you get your--
I got time today, uh
I got time
Bitches is impatient while I'm aging like some wine, uh

Every time you see me, it look like I hit rewind
And if he say we fucked, then you know that nigga lyin', ayy
Stupid bitch, uh
Little bitch, uh

Take yo nigga back
Ion want his ass
And yall both mad
But would you look at that

It's a perfect match
It's a perfect match
You know, I don't even know why you're upset
Um, we don't even talk anymore
I just used that nigga for a check

Ice my neck, uh
He ice my wrist, uh
He ice me out, uh
Cuz I'm that bitch, uh

I don't like that nigga, uh
But I like that dick, uh
These hoes ain't cold, uh
Can't call out sick, uh

If it ain't about the money, don't include me
I ain't never been no fuckin' groupie
Ain't no category that can group me

And I won't let no bitch nigga confuse me
If it's one thing, I'ma always be a boss, uh
If it's one thing, I ain't never took a loss, uh
It ain't nothin' just to cut a nigga off
It ain't nothin' when you know you got the sauce, woo

Ice my neck, uh
He ice my wrist, uh
He ice me out, uh
Cuz I'm that bitch, uh

I don't like that nigga, uh
But I like that dick, uh
These hoes ain't cold, uh
Can't call out sick, uh

Yeah, he keep me icey, uh, uh
That mean that he like me
Yeah, he keep me icey, uh, uh

That mean that he like me
That mean that he like me



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Writer(s): Brittany Stringer
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