| She fell in love when she saw the ice
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| She didn’t choose, or think twice
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| Damb near fanted when I told her the price
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| Now she tryna roll with me like some dice
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| Supreme, Goiard holding up my jeans
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| Step on the scene
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| Smelling like green
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| I be smoking on that OG, word to Mike Dean
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| She just wanna be a part of the team
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| Shaudy like «SoHo you the freshest nigga I ever seen»
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| Riding with my bros, never let anything come in between
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| Gotta finish what we started
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| Chest froze, I’m cold hearted
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| Keep the engen running, ain’t gotta park it
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| Walked in, spilling ice on the carpet
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| She look at me, I bag her like Target
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| Need that new rock, hit the market
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| Drag that bitch like I’m OJ
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| Told that bitch OK
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| Tryna sip on this Rosay
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| She seen them diamonds, she like «no way»
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| I been working on this for some years
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| Thank god for this ice, nigga I will
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| Last year told Dice «It's our year»
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| Now she gon fuck me for this ice, oh yeah
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| Thank god for this life, nigga I will
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| Blow a cheque on your bitch, cause that’s how I feel
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| Playing around with my life, niggas get killed
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| She gonna fuck me for this ice, nigga she will |