Ice (feat. Head Hunch8)
Chef Corey
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Ice on my neck Rollie Patek Your girl calling me cause your girl getting wet She gave me the head cause I don't like the sex Blessed lil youngin so I feel like I'm next Always be working so I don't gotta flex Want they want my answers it feel like a test Saw her one and y'all know the rest Send me the bat signal don't like to text Ice on my wrist Diamonds they dripping they wet like ya bitch Niggas be talking but they girl blow a kiss Chain on my neck cause I walk like im rich My niggas we hustle we stay getting paper So shoutout to all of the niggas that switched My team works off of only real money makers We had to let go of all that extra bullshit Y'all want all the smoke but it's really just vapor Your girl call me life so you know that save her These niggas my sons so I'm feeling like Vader I did it on my own so I don't owe no favors Y'all niggas can't have it She pull up she granting my wish like Aladdin Niggas be calling them plays this ain't madden Never been signed but I shoot like the magic Yea Shit can get tragic Need a new whip cause I stay on the road Need the same baddie at all of my shows Keep my ice on me and you know that it's froze The best of the best I feel like I'm chose Free agency but I still got a spot They doubted a nigga they think we forgot TTN niggas we drove off of the lot Haters gon follow I call em a bot My brothers they move like a unit They talking real shit cause you know they been through it Going after greatness you know I pursue it If they asking for bangers you know that I do it yeah Blessed with the life that's chose yea Money I wear like cologne yea Didn't know none of my songs yea But know she gon hit up my phone yea Money the plan Same reason I can't deal with no fan Little do you know age don't make you no man Took her to the beach and I gave her a tan Skin the color of pecan Now that she love she say her I'm man Shawty just talking she ain't coming bandz Now I gotta go give her back to her man Now it's over again Ice on my neck Rollie Patek Your girl calling me cause your girl getting wet She gave me the head cause I don't like the sex Blessed lil youngin so I feel like I'm next Always be working so I don't gotta flex Want they want my answers it feel like a test Saw her one and y'all know the rest Send me the bat signal don't like to text Ice on my wrist Diamonds they dripping they wet like ya bitch Niggas be talking but they girl blow a kiss Chain on my neck cause I walk like im rich My niggas we hustle we stay getting paper So shoutout to all of the niggas that switched My team works off of only real money makers We had to let go of all that extra bullshit Ice on my wrist you know that it wet Copped some new drip gotta get the patek Pulled up to the 8 left out in a jet Got rid of the ops they ain even a threat Shoutout to my niggas this all for the set Shoutout to nike cause you know I keep checks Went through the struggle like Johnny I know issa test Came from a hunnid dollar chain to ice all baguettes Cause I came through dripping im flowing like water Ya girl calling me cute and its leaving you bothered Whole time ya bitch lowkey calling me father Now its all awkward and I might just go f*ck her Ima keep grinding till its the world that ive conquered Ima keep grinding till nike come give me a check and I sign and it tell me im sponsored Cause I know would be honored I get baguettes Not talking bout bread Bitch giving me neck She giving me head Run up a check I cop me some ice you girl see me walking she wanna come to my bed Passed her right to my boy Hunch8 instead It don't matter to her cause she already wet Im just tryna leave out in my own private jet And drip my girl out in a diamond barrette Money gone come and money gone go Its what do you do when that shit start to slow Ima always get bread ima always get dough And I ain got no time to be playin wit no hoe I try to do good cause you reap what you sow I try to be different cause f*ck status quo Not an amateur nigga I ball like the pros And I got all the ice that bitch cold like the snow Ice on my neck Rollie Patek Your girl calling me cause your girl getting wet She gave me the head cause I don't like the sex Blessed lil youngin so I feel like I'm next Always be working so I don't gotta flex Want they want my answers it feel like a test Saw her one and y'all know the rest Send me the bat signal don't like to text Ice on my wrist Diamonds they dripping they wet like ya bitch Niggas be talking but they girl blow a kiss Chain on my neck cause I walk like im rich My niggas we hustle we stay getting paper So shoutout to all of the niggas that switched My team works off of only real money makers We had to let go of all that extra bullshit
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Written by: Corey Bowman, Robert Adams Jr
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