Icey lyrics

[Refrain]
Yeah, la, la
It's just funny how I do you, haha
Richard Mille make 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty hoochie, wah-wah-wah

[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets
Woah, I got that gun, they can't pat on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the b*tch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, don't need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, b*tch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea (Ooh)
Your Louboutin heels, you're never gon' wear Nike's (Ooh)
I done left you for years, this sh*t still the same, I see (Ooh)
For now, I ain't standin' no Nike's (Oh, oh, oh)
My b*tch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces

[Verse 1]
Twist up
Backwoods not no Swisher Sweet 'cause we get up
f*ck her every f*cking weekend, catch up
Calamari dinner with a cougar, woah-woah
I'ma f*ck her 'til she's purple Hoover, what up?
You can't waste none of my time, b*tch, I'm up
I got way too many money, I'm up
You can ask my Mommy
Pourin' up this Dom P (Pour up-up-up)
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 her, "Baby, don't waste my time" (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put your ring on rocks, uh (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, I told the b*tch I want icy teeth
[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets
Woah, I got that gun, they can't pat on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the b*tch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, don't need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, b*tch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea (Ooh)
Your Louboutin heels, you're never gon' wear Nike's (Ooh)
I done left you for years, this sh*t still the same, I see (Ooh)
For now, I ain't standin' no Nike's (Oh, oh, oh)
My b*tch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces

[Verse 2]
Rag talk, oh, yeah, the first time I bought a watch, oh, yeah
Mad flossin', oh, yeah, young n*gga's got mad sauce, oh, yeah
Spin the block, oh, yeah, the kids are dodgin' shots, oh, yeah, yeah
Big dawg, oh, yeah, but they won't let me take the fall, oh, yeah
Gucci socks, oh, yeah, Fendi watch, oh, yeah
Jimmy Choo heel, it's her birthday, sendin' shots, oh, yeah
Shawty said it's her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh, yeah
Audemar, oh, yeah, match the buss count, oh, yeah

[Refrain]
Yeah, la, la
It's just funny how I do you, haha
Richard Mille make 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty hoochie, wah-wah-wah
[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets
Woah, I got that gun, they can't pat on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the b*tch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, don't need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, b*tch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea (Ooh)
Your Louboutin heels, you're never gon' wear Nike's (Ooh)
I done left you for years, this sh*t still the same, I see (Ooh)
For now, I ain't standin' no Nike's (Oh, oh, oh)
My b*tch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces
Your Louboutin heels, you're never gon' wear Nike's (Ooh)
I done left you for years, this sh*t still the same, I see (Ooh)
For now, I ain't standin' no Nike's (Oh, oh, oh)
My b*tch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces