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Ahaha Good job, 1st
Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out
I want Tiffany, I want Angel City I want all that shit, y'all know I be stuntin' You know I'm so worthy, I want that bust down Rollie You know diamonds make me feel so horny Bad motherfucker, I got Louis for my luggage I need money so I hustle, this ain't FakeWatchBusta Please don't try me, I might cut ya, Kash get crazy when you touch her She wears chains when she fuckin', get her charms, cause she lucky
Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out
I ain't gotta get naked for no tennis bracelet But I need twenty bands for a fuckin' anklet He gave me neck, now I got Patek These bitches only want that shit 'cause they heard Future say it All on the internet, you know Kash like to flex When I hit 'em up next, you know I get a necklace Sometimes I want marriage, sometimes I want karats These niggas is my bitches, I don't fuckin' care
Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out
I put you in a drought When you try to ice me out I put you in a drought When you try to ice me out Nigga, ice me out Ice me the fuck out, nigga Haha, ha, ha, haha, ice me the fuck out Hahahaha, woo, no, for real Good job, 1st
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