Ice by Kri$h Brown Lyrics
[Produced by MajorBeetzProductions]
[Intro]
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Bitch, I'm in the game but I still been the same
Money and power man who can relate
Pull up to ur girl and then she gave me face
Load up the Draco like we did the race
Bitch, I’m so cold I got ice in my veins
[Verse 1]
Ice in my veins I got ice on my gainz wherever we at I got ice on my chainz
Fuck up the whip when we in the case but then we just dash and call up the triple A
After I’m done just fucking ur bitch we get in the wraith and drive thru the Chik fil a
Ice so cold gave me the flu so I called the doctor up like I got a stomach ache
[Verse 2]
I told my mamma always keep the choppa loaded
It was never simple it was just consulted
So high in life not sure even if I’m lucid
If you talking shit then I’m prolly gon lose it
I be in the Lambo I be just crusin'
All these fake friends jumping to conclusions
Bought another link another Cuban
Pull up in the whip another new Benz
Just dropped a couple grand down on The Weeknd
When I blow up the gram just like the recent
And I got a white girl looking wheat thins
If I have a threesome is that like three sins
[Verse 3]
If it ain’t Major I don’t want the beat
All you producers gon be in defeat
Me and Major gon leave u deceased
Watching ur career go rip
We blowing up while u blowin' weed
Catch me freestyling in the backseat
Your rhymes so weak u need vitamin c
This ain’t the west side bitch we in the east
Shoutout Krinjeet bitch life is a dream
It ain’t the usual It ain’t what it seems
Designer my waist Versace my jeans
If you a real one then you know me
[Outro]
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Okay
[Intro]
Alright
Ok
Alright
Ok
Bitch, I'm in the game but I still been the same
Money and power man who can relate
Pull up to ur girl and then she gave me face
Load up the Draco like we did the race
Bitch, I’m so cold I got ice in my veins
[Verse 1]
Ice in my veins I got ice on my gainz wherever we at I got ice on my chainz
Fuck up the whip when we in the case but then we just dash and call up the triple A
After I’m done just fucking ur bitch we get in the wraith and drive thru the Chik fil a
Ice so cold gave me the flu so I called the doctor up like I got a stomach ache
[Verse 2]
I told my mamma always keep the choppa loaded
It was never simple it was just consulted
So high in life not sure even if I’m lucid
If you talking shit then I’m prolly gon lose it
I be in the Lambo I be just crusin'
All these fake friends jumping to conclusions
Bought another link another Cuban
Pull up in the whip another new Benz
Just dropped a couple grand down on The Weeknd
When I blow up the gram just like the recent
And I got a white girl looking wheat thins
If I have a threesome is that like three sins
[Verse 3]
If it ain’t Major I don’t want the beat
All you producers gon be in defeat
Me and Major gon leave u deceased
Watching ur career go rip
We blowing up while u blowin' weed
Catch me freestyling in the backseat
Your rhymes so weak u need vitamin c
This ain’t the west side bitch we in the east
Shoutout Krinjeet bitch life is a dream
It ain’t the usual It ain’t what it seems
Designer my waist Versace my jeans
If you a real one then you know me
[Outro]
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