Glacier Freeze
It's Blizz, yah
I don't really wanna talk now
Frostbite fliphone Nextel
Hit a stain with a Tide stick do tell
Young blizzard, cold, I froze over hell
Young blizzard, cold, I came through with bails
Flip phone, ringtone, I'm Santa I got the bells
Yo coochie stank I don't want no show n tell
I beat the bitch out the igloo, then I light an L
What you want, bitch? What you want
Yung Blizz came through and I cast a fuckin' love spell
Frostbite somewhere I got the flu, Arctic where I dwell
Break out of the ice enclosure
Take your time, your heart gets colder
Freeze the frame, the right exposure
Glacier movement, inching closer
I'm a thugged out penguin, just hopped out the enclosure
I'm fire and a flare, gon' ride that Michael, damn chauffeur
I stay with a Glock, yeah, I bang at the posers
I stay with a dick, I'll call it indecent exposure
Yuh
I stay with a twelve oz. of pop shit
Wockie slush shit, I'm bout to clean out your pockets
She gave me vacuum, my bills old like Oreck
Your wallet on that Lorac shit
My pockets filled with glacier bits
Break out of the ice enclosure
Take your time, your heart gets colder
Freeze the frame, the right exposure
Glacier movement, inching closer
I don't really wanna talk now
Frostbite fliphone Nextel
Hit a stain with a Tide stick do tell
Young blizzard, cold, I froze over hell
Young blizzard, cold, I came through with bails
Flip phone, ringtone, I'm Santa I got the bells
Yo coochie stank I don't want no show n tell
I beat the bitch out the igloo, then I light an L
What you want, bitch? What you want
Yung Blizz came through and I cast a fuckin' love spell
Frostbite somewhere I got the flu, Arctic where I dwell
Break out of the ice enclosure
Take your time, your heart gets colder
Freeze the frame, the right exposure
Glacier movement, inching closer
I'm a thugged out penguin, just hopped out the enclosure
I'm fire and a flare, gon' ride that Michael, damn chauffeur
I stay with a Glock, yeah, I bang at the posers
I stay with a dick, I'll call it indecent exposure
Yuh
I stay with a twelve oz. of pop shit
Wockie slush shit, I'm bout to clean out your pockets
She gave me vacuum, my bills old like Oreck
Your wallet on that Lorac shit
My pockets filled with glacier bits
Break out of the ice enclosure
Take your time, your heart gets colder
Freeze the frame, the right exposure
Glacier movement, inching closer
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Writer(s): Cooper Palmer
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