ฟังเพลงIce Spice (Explicit)

Ice Spice (Explicit) - NLE Choppa

Lyrics by：NLE Choppa/Tay Keith/Cubeatz

I'm messed up gang

I'm comin' back for everything I deserve yeah

Tay Keith **** these n***as up

Grr

I ain't gon' lie you n***as in trouble

N***as in trouble

Can't sign that **** 'til is double

'Til is double

Rich young n***a can't get in no scuffle

I'm quick with the blick that's on my brother

Grr grr grr

Take a risk every day with my life

I'ma roll that dice like it's ten of folks

Go to the bank

Deposit money every week in that ***** 'til I break that ho

Break that ho

N***a say that I got enough money in my pocket

P***y-a*s n***a need some more

More money

I ain't been asleep in good d**n week

I'm this and that but you can't say I'm broke

Me and my brother had bunk beds

I was on the bottom of it d**n near to the floor

Now when you step in my crib

You can lay on my bed with twenty-somethin' h*es

Twenty *******

Clip so long look like turkey legs

Thank God every day that I ain't dead

I ain't dead

Dirty a*s game gotta know how to play it

Gotta keep my head with one in the head

One in the head

Bro in the feds he locked up state

Locked up state

Cheap cheese in a spread on his plate

On his plate

Money on his books so you know he straight

Know he straight

Chains so big look like he Jamaican

Jamaican

See them comments sayin' I'm fakin'

I make n***as fake dead ***** stop playin'

Grr

First lil' deal I took a lil' bit out of that

Then twenty K on a n***a neck

Oh yeah oh yeah

Up a couple mil still went on a drill

I'm CEO but I'm in the field with the vets

Throw my dog a bone and he went to go fetch

When he brought the ***** back

Had a whole d**n sack

Oh yeah

Bleed purple see purple w**d purple

N***as know this **** be Crip

**** be Crip

Small circle start to irk her

******* fertile still left it on her lip

On her lip

Mane lurkin' brain hurtin' chains hurtin'

Same person thinkin' 'bout murder

Thinkin' 'bout murder

Pain perkin' d**gs workin' lanes swervin'

In a vert' somethin' I'm workin'

Come on

Roll roll up one trap doin' numbers it jump jump jump

No don't throw my gun

Get out the car run Forest run run

Oh these n***as my sons

Dead beat to 'em ain't got nothin' for 'em

Bad ***** look like Ice Spice

She eatin' d**k she the real munch

Roll roll up one trap doin' numbers it jump jump jump

No don't throw my gun

Get out the car run Forest run run

Oh these n***as my sons

Dead beat to 'em ain't got nothin' for 'em

Bad ***** look like Ice Spice

She eatin' d**k she the real munch

Bad a*s ***** with a whole lot of a*s

Whole lot of cash that's my type

All eyes on me can't talk to the h*es

C-Grape go get her he know what I like

Know what I likes

I don't do trickin' might pay for the p***y though

Let me know the price it might be right

Might be right

See her print all through her tights

Her camel toe it be toein' right

Be toein' right

Queso Frito Lay we count chips we be straight

My ***** she too gay we **** h*es all d**n day

Shoebox turned to a safe

Trap house turned to estate

White bricks over new J's

Trap fashion runway

One up on me you won't get that

Couple n***as want they lick back

Want they lick back

**** on n***as like a **** bag

Poppin' n***as with my rich a*s

With my rich a*s

Run laps on 'em like a zig-zag

Know they big mad 'cause where I'm at

I can't backtrack made a comeback

I can't front that I been on that

Grr

She say somethin' I say nothin'

Grr

Keep on fussin' I ain't budgin'

I ain't budgin'

I'm 'bout it 'cause money I'm touchin'

And plenty ******* I'm *******

Switcheroo a ho real quick

On some real **** I'm P

She say I'm duckin' no lovin' no trustin' ***** I'm me

Roll roll up one trap doin' numbers it jump jump jump

No don't throw my gun

Get out the car run Forest run run

Oh these n***as my sons

Dead beat to 'em ain't got nothin' for 'em

Bad ***** look like Ice Spice

She eatin' d**k she the real munch

Roll roll up one trap doin' numbers it jump jump jump

No don't throw my gun

Get out the car run Forest run run

Oh these n***as my sons

Dead beat to 'em ain't got nothin' for 'em

Bad ***** look like Ice Spice

She eatin' d**k she the real munch

Bad ***** look like Ice Spice fine a*s

Know what I mean

She eatin' d**k she the real munch

Comin' back for this ****

Pay me in respect not money *****