| Hah
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| (DJ Durel!)
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| Burr
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| Hah
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| Money
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| It's all love, I ain't trippin', it's all love (It's all love, hah)
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| Gave my jeweler an M and told him, "Ice the club" (Ice me up, burr, burr)
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| She keep looking for tips, I gave her a cookie nub (Here, cookie)
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| 'Cause we looking like icebergs, looking like glacier thugs Uh! |
| (glacier, glacier)
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| All us got coupes so we racer boys (Hoo)
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| Nut on her face, she gon' taste the boy (Ugh)
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| Youngest in the room (Yeah)
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| Hit a street sweep, no broom (Yeah)
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| Sawed-off pump go, "Boom!" |
| (Boom)
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| Old ass nigga thought Lil Boat was a coon
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| I reserved his daughter for June (June)
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| Beat that pussy to a tune (Skr, skr)
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| Iceberg, ice trays
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| We the culture, nigga, no tidal, but we the wave (Yeah)
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| White ice, dark shades (Yeah)
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| They think I'm workin' at Krispy Kreme, ice glaze
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| I can get sick with the jewelry, no A's
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| And my hundreds old, just look at the age (Wow)
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| I get the bag and walk on the stage
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| Glacier Boyz, just call us new ice age
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| (Ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh)
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| Gucci Mane a plug
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| If I ain't even know Takeoff, probably think he sellin' drugs
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| If I ain't even know Quavo, probably think he sellin' bud
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| Offset told me sign Pablo 'cause he got designer drugs
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| (Fah, fah, fah), niggas shootin' in the club
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| Shitted on my new bitch, then I went a bought a rug (Fur)
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| Flip that work with a spatula, with nothin' but a shoulder shrug (Chef Curry)
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| Thirty bitches on the bachelor, they know them M's up (M&M)
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| Get in there
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| Know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire
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| Frigidaire
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| I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionar'
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| Looky there
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| Told the bitch to make a million out the kitchen with no underwear
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| Get 'em out of here
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| I'ma shoot the hundred round drum 'til the AP get another pair
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| Get in there
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| Know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire
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| Frigidaire
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| I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherfuckin' visionar'
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| Billionaire, I'ma take the rap checks and put it in a brick affair
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| Give her swimwear, diamonds pink clear
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| Baguettes all wet like a sink, yeah
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| My diamonds singin' like Gladys
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| They gon' shoot out the window, want addy's
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| We got baddies on baddies on baddies
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| Walk through the mall, I start up a pep rally
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| Drippin' too much, I can't put on no Balenc's
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| We not slippin' or trippin', I'm holdin' my balance (Yeah)
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| Feed your bitch dick, it's organic (Yeah)
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| Kill-Tecs, pussy boy panic (Lil Boat)
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| I can't go out like Titanic (No)
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| Ice on my wrist, it's gigantic (Bling)
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| Bro kept a pot, no ceramics (Yeah)
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| Glacier boy, check my dynamics (Yeah)
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| Baby girl settle down
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| Shoot your boyfriend if he talking down (Shoot)
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| Niggas 'round me keep a hundred round
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| Bah, bah, bah
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| They gon' air it out, woo, woo
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| Lil Boat
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| And straight like that, man, we the OG Glacier Boyz, man
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| Seen everybody came straight from Atlanta, you feel me
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| Zone 6, Nawfside, West Side, whatever you wanna do it
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| Big cash too, I'm talking seventy-five pointers and up
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| Everything real VVS, VS1, you know what I'm sayin'
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| Flawless diamonds and all that
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| Put them lil' ass diamonds away
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| I'm sayin' put them fake ass diamonds away
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| Them enhanced diamonds, put 'em away
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| Know what I'm sayin'?
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| It's comin' from the youngest in charge, you feel me?
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| It's Lil Boat speakin', all my diamonds real, you feel me?
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| All my watches cost over fifty, bitch
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| And stop tellin' me stop buyin' jewelry 'cause I'ma keep buyin' jewelry
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| Every time you say stop buyin' jewelery I'ma go buy more jewelry
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| Yeah, I seen your house, that's a nice house, but look at my watch, you feel me?
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| Look at, look at this ring I just bought
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| Oh, you just married your girl? |
| I married myself
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| Check this ring, you feel me?
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| I'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me?
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| Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, man
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| And if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me
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| That shit ain't money to me
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| Fuck you talkin' 'bout, man? |
| We them Glacier Boyz
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| Lil Boat
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| Yeah that's our intro, ho
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| Just like that, man, and we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out
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| Just like that, you feel me
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| That shit was too hard
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| Keep talkin' 'bout jewelry, nigga
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| Ayy, that's a nice house, nigga, but, look, look at my watch
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| You feel me? |
| Talkin' shit
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| That shit was hard, bro |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Intro , by - Quality Control. Song from the album Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп