a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de ice - fna

[part 1]

[intro]
yeah hey
this is the laziest sh-t that i ever wrote but somehow it works

[chorus]
i f-cked the b-tch yeah
ice on my wrist yeah
i f-cked the b-tch yeah
ice on my wrist yeah

[verse 1]
ice, ice, ice, b-tch i’m freezing
gangrene for my hands i’m ’bout to lose them
chains weight more than your apartment
i go around with 2 men, 2 bodyguards cause i’m important
ice, ice, i’ll ice the world like swerzie, yeah i’m heavensent
chains weight more than your apartment
chains weight more than your apartment
you’re broke can’t pay the rent
yeah, i play with them bands
yeah, i skrrted the whip with no hands

[chorus]
i f-cked the b-tch yeah
ice on my wrist yeah
i f-cked the b-tch yeah
ice on my wrist yeah
[bridge]
ice, ice, ice, b-tch i’m freezing
b-tch i’m freezing
ice, ice, ice, b-tch i’m freezing
b-tch i’m freezing

[verse 2]
cold as f-ck, might drop a new album and call it make it pop
cause i make hits on hits
don’t give a f-ck about your sh-t (hey)
it’s time to quit
unlit like your b-tch after 20 pills, aye
i got big guap, 3 hoes that want to f-ck (hey)
ballin’ like i’m shaq (hey)
what the f-ck is up? (hey)
i got this motherf-ckas askin’ for more
f-ck the b-tch like she never seen before
ice on wrist, diamonds lit
and i need more

[interlude]
wait, wait, wait, wait…
aye, switch everything up, yeah
give me the other beat

[chorus]
i f-cked the b-tch yeah
ice on my wrist yeah
i f-cked the b-tch yeah
ice on my wrist yeah
[part 2]

[verse 3]
hey
i got this motherf-ckas askin’ for more
f-ck the b-tch like she never seen before, hey
ice on wrist, diamonds lit
and i need more, hey
walk up in the store
bought the cheapest sh-t
100 on my feet (feet)
hey
i take her to my crib
i f-ck and then i dip (dip)
ah, she likes my drip, uhh, sh-t, aye
fist fight with her man, i got the b-tch, aye
producing the sh-t like i’m 6ix, aye
making beats, making hits, making heat
i’m not like you, you f-cking pr-ck, aye
hands on her ass like a joystick
playin’ with your b-tch, she sucks my d-ck
with that red lipstick
you dipsh-t, you didn’t hear me? aye
gang up in this b-tch with my sidekicks, yeah
pop champagne the album’s out
sorry for the wait
scream loud, make me proud
sing the lyrics everytime i come around
b-tch
f-ck this sh-t

- fna

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS