Ice Breezy Lyrics

Yeah
Iced Up Records

Yeah, sliding live, Lambo on Forgis for a head, we got in a lot
I got so much paper, we can buy the block, that's why I be shining a lot
Ooh, I bone him, I hope they don't find the Glock, 'cause I didn't get time a lot
Spent half a million on clothes this year, little nigga and I ain't even trying to shop
Quit for a while, now I'm back, got so much perk, look like it's down to pop

Niggas are popping just for likes on the 'net, these niggas be dying for clout
So many boogers in the watch, can't wipe my nose with my whole arm with snot
I get head in the back of my Rolls for real, 'cause I like cars a lot
Girl, get busy, I don't like hugging and kiss, got a wife, come fuck for the ticket
Bitch, you ain't mine for real, I ain't spending no time for real, all that cuffing ain't in me
Real street nigga, I ice like this
Real hustler, sold to niggas at Wendy's
Really got business, a circumstance, well ain't my fault these hoes be tricking
Yeah, I spin the lil' bitch, and spin it again, and again, and again, and again
Party with bitches, or I could count up the hundreds, the fifties, the twenties, the tens
Count up the cheese, and get in between, and pouring up lean, all purple, no green
Yeah, I might wait for a minute, go dumb when I hit it, I tag it like we on a team
Damn, throw out a pick when they playing my jam
Wolf got Drac', got key in the Lamb'
I'm so proud, I fuck around and turned that bitch pink like I was playing with Killa
Killed it, but knew it when it come to the balling, I hoop and they kids go play in the sand
Told my mama her baby the man, spent six hundred damn on the Vans
Grinding and doing this shit for years, how they made twenty Ms just paid for the fam
Walking the club, all the hoes be following, come to the booth just shake a lil' ass
I want to fuck you tonight, might fuck up your life, I'mma give lil' baby a pass
Skeleton on me, you can see right through this bitch, like it was made out of glass

Sliding live, Lambo on Forgis for a head, we got in a lot
I got so much paper, we can buy the block, that's why I be shining a lot
Ooh, I bone him, I hope they don't find the Glock, 'cause I didn't get time a lot
Spent half a million on clothes this year, little nigga and I ain't even trying to shop

Iced Up Records