Lyrics My Ice - Riff Raff, DJ Afterthought

My Ice

My ice, my ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
Not bad, drop Jag
Paper tag on the back
I was gon' leave five stacks but valet scratched my bag
I’m addicted to foreigns, rocking Ralph Lauren
Could’ve been stage touring, it’s the white Martin Lawrence
Like a drunk doctor, I lost my patients
Started to hate waiting, Cadillac Escaladed
I’m at the Trump Towers on the escalator
If it ain’t about the paper, I’m a see you later
I rock more ice than a figure skater
When Gucci got out, I had to call my jeweler
But don’t get confused, my wrist is a zoo
All my diamonds are see through blue, RiFF
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
right back at the state park
Parked outside of Fort Knox, Porsche Boxster, door locks
Four tube socks filled with solid gold blocks
Paint wetter than a mop as I proceed to chop blocks
White ice man diamonds big as a knee pad
91 surpreme gas mango matte Maybach
Shot more jumpers than Scott Skiles, aquaberry smiles
They tried to steal my style but I was rocking reptile
It’s the versatile crocodile, Iceberg Simpson
I’m eating shrimp on my burberry blimp
I’m addicted to foreigns, rocking Ralph Lauren
Could’ve been stage touring, it’s the white Martin Lawrence
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
RiFF