"Icey" lyrics
Yeah, la, la
It's just funny how I do you, haha
Richard Mille make 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty hoochie, wah-wah-wah
Whoa, I told her she a Thug wannabe
Whoa, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets
Whoa, I got that gun, they can't pat on me
Whoa, I tote a brand new bag on me
Whoa, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Whoa, I bought the stadium, don't need no seats
Whoa, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Whoa, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea (Ooh)
Your Louboutin heels, you're never gon' wear Nikes (Ooh)
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see (Ooh)
For now, I ain't standin' no Nikes (Oh, oh, oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces
Twist up
Backwoods not no Swisher Sweet 'cause we get up
Fuck her every fucking weekend, catch up
Calamari dinner with a cougar, whoa-whoa
I'ma fuck her 'til she's purple Hoover, what up?
You can't waste none of my time, bitch, I'm up
I got way too many money, I'm up
You can ask my Mommy
Pourin' up this Dom P (Pour up-up-up)
Put a ring 'round your finger, charisma (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I left twenty-five thousand on your dresser (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her ain't this cool, on like Tesla (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my girlfriends are real done (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her, "Baby, don't waste my time" (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put your ring on rocks, uh (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whoa, I told the bitch I want icy teeth
Whoa, I told her she a Thug wannabe
Whoa, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets
Whoa, I got that gun, they can't pat on me
Whoa, I tote a brand new bag on me
Whoa, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Whoa, I bought the stadium, don't need no seats
Whoa, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Whoa, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea (Ooh)
Your Louboutin heels, you're never gon' wear Nikes (Ooh)
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see (Ooh)
For now, I ain't standin' no Nikes (Oh, oh, oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces
Rag talk, oh, yeah, the first time I bought a watch, oh, yeah
Mad flossin', oh, yeah, young nigga's got mad sauce, oh, yeah
Spin the block, oh, yeah, the kids are dodgin' shots, oh, yeah, yeah
Big dawg, oh, yeah, but they won't let me take the fall, oh, yeah
Gucci socks, oh, yeah, Fendi watch, oh, yeah
Jimmy Choo heel, it's her birthday, sendin' shots, oh, yeah
Shawty said it's her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh, yeah
Audemar, oh, yeah, match the buss count, oh, yeah
Yeah, la, la
It's just funny how I do you, haha
Richard Mille make 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty hoochie, wah-wah-wah
Whoa, I told her she a Thug wannabe
Whoa, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets
Whoa, I got that gun, they can't pat on me
Whoa, I tote a brand new bag on me
Whoa, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Whoa, I bought the stadium, don't need no seats
Whoa, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Whoa, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea (Ooh)
Your Louboutin heels, you're never gon' wear Nikes (Ooh)
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see (Ooh)
For now, I ain't standin' no Nikes (Oh, oh, oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces
Your Louboutin heels, you're never gon' wear Nikes (Ooh)
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see (Ooh)
For now, I ain't standin' no Nikes (Oh, oh, oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces
It's just funny how I do you, haha
Richard Mille make 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty hoochie, wah-wah-wah
Whoa, I told her she a Thug wannabe
Whoa, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets
Whoa, I got that gun, they can't pat on me
Whoa, I tote a brand new bag on me
Whoa, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Whoa, I bought the stadium, don't need no seats
Whoa, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Whoa, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea (Ooh)
Your Louboutin heels, you're never gon' wear Nikes (Ooh)
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see (Ooh)
For now, I ain't standin' no Nikes (Oh, oh, oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces
Twist up
Backwoods not no Swisher Sweet 'cause we get up
Fuck her every fucking weekend, catch up
Calamari dinner with a cougar, whoa-whoa
I'ma fuck her 'til she's purple Hoover, what up?
You can't waste none of my time, bitch, I'm up
I got way too many money, I'm up
You can ask my Mommy
Pourin' up this Dom P (Pour up-up-up)
Put a ring 'round your finger, charisma (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I left twenty-five thousand on your dresser (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her ain't this cool, on like Tesla (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my girlfriends are real done (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her, "Baby, don't waste my time" (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put your ring on rocks, uh (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whoa, I told the bitch I want icy teeth
Whoa, I told her she a Thug wannabe
Whoa, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets
Whoa, I got that gun, they can't pat on me
Whoa, I tote a brand new bag on me
Whoa, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Whoa, I bought the stadium, don't need no seats
Whoa, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Whoa, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea (Ooh)
Your Louboutin heels, you're never gon' wear Nikes (Ooh)
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see (Ooh)
For now, I ain't standin' no Nikes (Oh, oh, oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces
Rag talk, oh, yeah, the first time I bought a watch, oh, yeah
Mad flossin', oh, yeah, young nigga's got mad sauce, oh, yeah
Spin the block, oh, yeah, the kids are dodgin' shots, oh, yeah, yeah
Big dawg, oh, yeah, but they won't let me take the fall, oh, yeah
Gucci socks, oh, yeah, Fendi watch, oh, yeah
Jimmy Choo heel, it's her birthday, sendin' shots, oh, yeah
Shawty said it's her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh, yeah
Audemar, oh, yeah, match the buss count, oh, yeah
Yeah, la, la
It's just funny how I do you, haha
Richard Mille make 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty hoochie, wah-wah-wah
Whoa, I told her she a Thug wannabe
Whoa, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets
Whoa, I got that gun, they can't pat on me
Whoa, I tote a brand new bag on me
Whoa, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Whoa, I bought the stadium, don't need no seats
Whoa, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Whoa, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea (Ooh)
Your Louboutin heels, you're never gon' wear Nikes (Ooh)
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see (Ooh)
For now, I ain't standin' no Nikes (Oh, oh, oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces
Your Louboutin heels, you're never gon' wear Nikes (Ooh)
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see (Ooh)
For now, I ain't standin' no Nikes (Oh, oh, oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces
Writer(s): Jeffrey Williams, Wesley Tyler Glass, Tobias Dekker, Keyshawn Gilmore
