Search results for 'Glorified Icing Bag'

these niggas, "Go"
Yeah, yeah
On my neck, ayy, icing on my neck, ayy
On my neck, ayy, icing on my neck, ayy
On my neck, ayy, icing on my neck, ayy

steps to the right
Step back like Mike
Do yo dance on the icing
Do yo dance on the icing
Do yo dance on the icing
Do yo dance on the icing
Jump up two

glorified
New flows in the bag i'm-
Fingers crossin we gon'
Cross 'em like a bow tie
Suicide gang suicide
Suicide gang-

[Chorus]
Fingers crossing we gon'

Out for the bag
Out for the bag (That's right)
Out for the bag out, out for the bag
(That's right, get the bag, homie)
Out for the bag out for

Icing on the wrist 

Licking it, simp-ing for it

cll my shades are never mist

Chef's kiss, eating crisp

Do you smell it? 

Take a whiff, here's my

Let the king talk
4 block sh*t

(Chorus)
I like them thick things
Bag a b*tch and pass it back to my team
Bop me off until she lick the icing
Got

All Glory
To his name
The Great I Am
God got me feeling so glorified
Cause his only son who was crucified
God made sure that I'm fortified
Got so

to the bank with a bag, 
With all my ice in (ya)
They want me to serve,
But how am I supposed to eat your pussy with no icing?

You know,
I don’t like them fake

Long live me
Ima live free
Ain't nothing glorified
Sleeping with dis 45
Trust is never given
Like that game I chose
Wasn't chasing hoe's
It was mo

So What

The Cure

Boys Don't Cry

1980

Each set includes
A turntable
A nine inch icing bag
With six high definition nozzles and adaptor
With a fifteen inch food decorating bag
With three

You ain't got the bag
Oh no
You ain't got the bag
Oh no
You ain't got the bag
Oh no
You ain't got the bag, you ain't got the bag
You ain't got

(Yea)

(Yea)

Check the time piece
Watch how I move see the timing
My life a movie this my scene
My bitch drip peep the icing
Don't want war we

much Ice that you lost your sight
Hennessy no chase and ice in my cup I'm a wounded man I'm just icing up
Ice Ice Nigga

L'Eggo of my Eggo or my ego

kind 
Then Pussy ya lame 
Pussy ya lame 
You grew up back doorin 
Ya kind 
Then pussy ya lame 
You know 
Y’all glorified bein a snake 
I don’t stand

Higher We Go (Intro)

Migos

Culture II

2018

no rims on cars (hey, hey)
It's okay (okay)
Icing, icing glaze (icing glaze)
I don't take breaks
Shit, I'm 'bout to go blaze ('bout to go blaze)

drip drip drip dropping on em 
Drip drip drip drip dropping on em 
Smile so bright teeth flossing on em 
Chain so nice it's the icing on em

Never let

the rats And snakes
Got my bread sweets and icing it's my Cake day (Thank you)
Got another bag
Like I'm the trash man
Put a ban on her titties
You can call

Coffee? Enticing
Okay! Brownies? Cookies? Cake what I'm biting
Okay! She say when you lick that icing off then come and slide in
Okay!
Okay! You like

I don't try to fight off the demons in my head no more
Gucci wanna' bag but a bag spend on you no more
I will never show her that I love her, rippin'

happened again
I thought that life would be cake, I only taste the icing
I'm sorry for the things I've done
I'm sorry for the things I've done
More new

Yeah
Yeah
I got icing on my
I got icing on my watch
Got your bitch up to my left
Say she really trying to get it
I said bring both of your friends

If not me then who nigga
Ima run a bag on you flukes nigga
Tell me what I gotta prove nigga
Icing on the cake ima smooth nigga
Went from penny

to pick up the bag
Cuz I think we runnin low
Jus walk in the store and cut all them tags
Cuz I think we buying the store
Yah, Icing her down to her toes
I

you really want the bag drop it low and make it shake
I only want the icing if it comes with the cake
So don’t tell me that you love me cuz I know that