Luyện nghe bài hát Icey

Yuh, la, la
It's just funny how I do you,
Mille make 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny oochie, wah-wah-wah

Woah, I told her she got a wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a on me
Woah, I tote a new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in
Woah, I bought the stadium, need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real teeth
Woah, bitch, brown cocoa, the real ice tea
Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nike's
I done left you for years, this shit the same, I see
For now, I stanin' no Nike's (oh, oh, oh)
My is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces

up, backwoods, not no Swishers switch up
We get up, fuck her fucking weekend
Catch up, Calamari then I want a
Woah-woah, I'ma fuck her she's purple Hoover
up? You can't waste none of my time bitch
I'm up, I got way too many
I'm up, you can ask my
up this dundee (pour up-up-up)
Put a ring 'round finger, charisma (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I left five thousand on your dresser (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I her ain't this cool, on like Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dropped outta then pulled up in a Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my girlfriends are done (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told 'em baby "don't my time" (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put your on rocks, uh (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, I the bitch I want icy teeth

Woah, I told her she got a wannabe
Woah, Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a on me
Woah, I tote a new bag on me
Woah, I the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I the stadium, won't need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real teeth
Woah, bitch, brown Cocoa, the real ice tea
You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' Nike's
I done left you for years, this shit the same, I see
For now, I ain't stanin' no (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a but she actin' like a Pisces

Rag talk, oh, yeah, the time I bought a watch, oh, yeah
Mad flossin', oh, yeah, nigga got mad sauce, oh, yeah
Spin the block, oh, yeah, the kids are dodgin' shots, oh,
Big dawg, oh, yeah, but they let me take a fall, oh, yeah
Gucci socks, oh, yeah, Fendi watch, oh,
Choo heel, it's her birthday, sendin' shots, oh, yeah
Shawty sayin' it's her birthday, it on the rocks, oh, yeah
Audemar, oh, yeah, match the buss count, oh,

Yuh, la, la
It's funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make 'em pukey,
Gotta a tiny booty oochie,

Woah, I told her she got a Thug
Woah, Demon and I'm tearin' up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a on me
Woah, I a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won't need no
Woah, and I got cadence and nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown Cocoa, the real ice tea
You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear
I done left you for years, this still the same, I see
For now, I stanin' no Nike's (oh-oh-oh)
My is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces
You're Louboutin heels, you gon' wear Nike's
I done left you for years, shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain't no Nike's (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a but she actin' like a Pisces