Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Icey, artist - Young Thug. Album song On The Rvn, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment
Song language: English
Icey |
Yuh, la, la |
It’s just funny how I do you, ah-ah-ah |
Richard Mille make 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah |
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah |
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe |
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin' up the streets |
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me |
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me |
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy |
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats |
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth |
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea |
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nike’s |
I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see |
For now, I ain’t stanin' no Nike’s |
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces |
Twist up, backwoods, not no Swishers switch up |
We get up, fuck her every fucking weekend |
Catch up, Calamari then I want a cougar |
Woah-woah, I’ma fuck her 'til she’s purple Hoover |
What up, you can’t waste none of my time bitch |
I’m up, I got way too many money |
I’m up, you can ask my Mommy |
Pourin' up this dundee |
Put a ring 'round your finger, charisma (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) |
I left twenty five thousand on your dresser (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) |
I told her ain’t this cool, on like Tesla (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) |
All my girlfriends are real done (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) |
I told 'em baby «don't waste my time"(oh yeah, yeah, yeah) |
I put your ring on rocks (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Woah, I told the bitch I want icy teeth |
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe |
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin' up the streets |
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me |
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me |
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy |
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats |
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth |
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea |
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nike’s |
I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see |
For now, I ain’t stanin' no Nike’s |
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces |
Rag talk, oh yeah, the first time I bought a watch, oh yeah |
Mad flossin', oh yeah, your nigga got mad sauce, oh yeah |
Spin the block, oh yeah, the kids are dodgin' shots, oh yeah |
Big dawg, oh yeah, but they won’t let me take a fall, oh yeah |
Gucci socks, oh yeah, Fendi watch, oh yeah |
Jimmy Choo heel its her birthday sendin' shots, oh yeah |
Shawty sayin' it’s her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh yeah |
Audemar, oh yeah, match the buss count, oh yeah |
Yuh, la, la |
It’s just funny how I do you, ah-ah-ah |
Richard Mille make 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah |
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah |
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe |
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin' up the streets |
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me |
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me |
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy |
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats |
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth |
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea |
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nike’s |
I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see |
For now, I ain’t stanin' no Nike’s |
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces |
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nike’s |
I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see |
For now, I ain’t stanin' no Nike’s |
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces |