Ice lyrics

[Intro: Charli Baltimore & Ma$e]

[Verse 1: Charli Baltimore & Ma$e]
Yo, yo, yo
See I hold my head, hoes wanna 'spite me
Mad, I got the Jag' but they the wifey
Icey, is what my merchandise be
Know I'ma star, so they over-price me
Charli B'More be twice you b*tch
Tell you got no style by the Ice you pick
Step into my cold area, polar bear wear
White minking, white Lincoln, now what you thinking
What? Too much Ice got you blinking?
Meanwhile, Mickey sinking, what you drinking
West Philly, bad b*tch, dress really
Ain't met a n*gga with enough dough to sex really
Seen everything, from king's to heavy haters
Cherry gators, Tahoe in every flavor
Rhymes I wrote (9's I tote 'em)
And times I hold 'em
I even put 9's in n*ggas scrotums

[Chorus: Ma$e]
Yea, wha, wha, what
Yea, wha, wha, what
Yea, wha, wha, what
Yea, wha, wha, what
Turn me up, though, turn me up
[Verse 2: Ma$e & Charli Baltimore]
Yo, yo, now if you don't stop
Then we won't stop
If you want the bottom, then I'll be on top
I ain't never met a b*tch that ain't ever suck a c*ck
So if you gotta proof, I gotta have a drop, bi-atch!
If you know B'More, then you know this song
I'ma rip any sh*t, n*ggas throw me on
While I'm reachin' mine, I ain't known you that long
f*ck around, n*gga, wiggle more then your rollie gone
Ring too
Get that n*gga cream too
Hit him bout once or twice, dream come true
I'll give you more then a six, mansion on the beach
Chanel flip flop's, satin all on ya feet
Liguini for brunch, or spice and your heat
So a b*tch like you, can't check me from the street
I'm not a girl who'll dream about living with Ma$e
All I wanna do is get his cake and sit on his face

[Chorus: Ma$e & Charli Baltimore]
Wha, wha, what
Yea, yea, yeah
Yea, yea, yeah
Yea, yea, yeah
Yea, yea, yeah
Yea, yea, yeah
Yeah, wha, wha, what, what the f*ck, uhh, yo
[Verse 3: Ma$e & Charli Baltimore]
What they think, cause be Ma$e young, Ma$e be dumb (Uh huh)
They get Ma$e strung, there'll be no prenum (No doubt)
But ever since Blood died (Uh), my life change
Out the blue, I'm they boo (What?), that's quite strange (Uh)
I get nice thangs, way out the price range (Uh)
Half these girls, don't even know my right name (Yea, yea)
I'm fly Rollie, mink made of coyote
Love a ghetto hoe, I know she die for me (Uh)
You got me confused, see Cam the freak (Uh huh)
Ma$e never the cat, bring sand to the beach (Uh)
Show some that the average show-hand couldn't reach
Living expenses, 50 grand a week
You know me, I be O-T (Uh), low key (Uh)
Platinum rollie, smoke a O-Z (Yea, yea)
Baby face n*gga, without no goatee
2 point 8, about to blow 3
Huh (Uh)

[Outro: Ma$e & Charli Baltimore]
What the f*ck
What the f*ck
Yea, yea, yeah, wha, wha, what, uhh, uhh
Yea, yea, yeah, wha, wha, what, uhh, uhh
Yea, yea, yeah, wha, wha, what, uh
What the f*ck (You don't stop) (Yea, uh, uh)
What the f*ck
What the f*ck (Harlem word, we won't stop) (Yea, yeah)
What the f*ck (Harlem world)
Philly's still dress chilly (Bloodshed forever, Mason Betha)
You don't stop
Philly
C.B
Charlie's Angles