Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song KRUSHED ICE, artist - Smino. Album song NOIR, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Zero Fatigue
Song language: English
KRUSHED ICE |
Crushed ice, splashy charm |
Where you get it? |
Is your woman worth? |
Crushed ice fuckin' up your peripheral |
Crushed… uh, clear |
I like-I like fuckin' two girls at the same time |
Same time, and she go crazy for the bassline |
Bassline, he got Apple Bottom, give me FaceTime |
Face time, livin' right now, can’t erase time |
Nigga like me never really ever waste time |
Unless I lost the Piguet, I fucked her in my bunk bed |
The bus shake and we bump heads, I met her right off Sunset |
Then fucked her 'til the sun rose |
No bum hoes, we don’t want those |
I like mixin' Don Julio with pine, pine |
Pom-pom, shake it, it’s amazing, lil' baby, poke it out |
She fuck with the Squidward, she gave me 'Kini Bottom (Mr. Squidward) |
Hoes fall like autumn, think I’m so damn awesome |
I think I’m finna move out there by Bron Bron |
Cop a new Jeep, new freak, some new sheets |
Thread count 2003, Forces from 2006 |
I never trust a lousy plug, I never a childish bitch |
That’s just somethin' that I learned |
Voulez-vous cou', don’t lay up |
If she ain’t my boo, I’m ghost, that’s Raina |
Young bloke, throw on my trainers |
Then ball out, Elgin Baylor |
Good bread like Belgian waffles |
My bread and my bitch colossal |
I like-I like fuckin' two girls at the same time |
Same time, and she go crazy for the bassline |
Bassline, he got Apple Bottom, give me FaceTime |
Face time, livin' right now, can’t erase time |
Nigga like me never really ever waste time |
Unless I lost the Piguet, I fucked her in my bunk bed |
The bus shake and we bump heads, I met her right off Sunset |
Then fucked her 'til the sun rose |
No bum hoes, we don’t want those |
I got a new bad bitch and she finna let me fuck her |
I did that with no liquor, my photo is on offset |
I am a pothole misser, I fucked that bitch, then ditched her |
My pa bought me a hand stitcher, yeah |
I pop Percocet, no itchin' and it’s no ice in my Hi-Tech |
I’m smokin' some exotic, it’s stronger than my bicep |
My coupe louder than Wyclef, it’s been two days since I slept |
It’s Gucci 'round my tricep, my bitch wasted as I |
I put dope inside my Backwood and you smell it 'fore I lit it |
Got pulled over, I hit it, no clear coat on it is it? |
You ride my cock, this isn’t, I’ve got designer linen |
I’m bendin' corners in coupe, it’s two bitches in it |
I like-I like fuckin' two girls at the same time |
Ice in my Hi-Tech |
I’m smokin' some exotic, it’s stronger than my bicep |
My coupe louder than Wyclef, it’s been two days since I slept |
It’s Gucci 'round my tricep, my bitch wasted- |