Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ice Princess, artist - Azealia Banks. Date of issue: 05.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ice Princess |
| I’m so cold I’m dripping icicles |
| I go and take your man that nigga Might miss you |
| Spent his whole commission on my neck and ear |
| To stand around me need to have ya winter gear |
| Pay me coats and benz’s and that berg-ice |
| That’s why I do not feel these bitches, Frostbite |
| Grown money, ever since a youngin' made my own money |
| You broke honey, and they call me Banks, cause I can loan money |
| Colder than December, my diamonds on Anna Wintour |
| So that’s fly ice in my life |
| I don’t see no limits so i strive and I shine twice |
| I ride around and get it, just listen for a minute |
| That was only one thought let me finish… |
| Competition Imma beat 'em so relentless |
| Ima be legendary when I end this |
| They rise when I arrive in this |
| «All Hail The Supreme Ice Princess!» |
| Tell the carriage, hurry up and come and get me |
| Tell the haters run along you can miss me |
| Hollywood you can go and A-list me. |
| I like a shot of hard whiskey. |
| Feelin' it, I’m feeling a change |
| I’m feeling it, in the air |
| I’m feelin' it, I’m feeling a change |
| I’m feeling it, in the air |
| So let me in! |
| Her motives is frozen |
| Giving chill pill to them polars |
| Corrosive, the coldest, city is a tundra |
| Stay focused, No wonder, — Frigid princess come from |
| Cold cash and them ice chunks, Stone frost in my Celine pumps |
| Rolls-Royce, snow white-ups |
| Colder than December, diamonds on Anna Wintour |
| These glaciers glamour and glisten |
| Antarctic, it’s like a blizzard, my jargon (is) |
| «fuck you i’m frigid» |
| Cool it down or get avalanched |
| Igloo’d cold-cased and bodied |
| And ice-cubed up in the lobby |
| Bitch, white fox, peep the opulence… |
| Ice box the coolest confidence |
| Isis-Queen, the Icy-Witch |
| Winterfresh in that whitey-Benz |
| Shimmering Aphrodite |
| Winter-wonderland body so frosty in that bugatti |
| Porcelain-Snowflakin' Papi, popsicle in ya pocket… |
| I’m polarizing ya profits |
| I freeze ‘em, flip ‘em, and rock it |
| Cocoa a-la mode, who’s frozen from head to toe |
| Ice-grillin' the status quo |
| Cold-killer so now you know |