Mike Mills - Ice (feat. Brkf$t) paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Ice (feat. Brkf$t) - Mike Mills



Its Mills Hoe
Swag on chill Mode
Keep my neck and wrist froze
Your Bitch Bad she get chose
Big Bags get those
Stack chips nachos
Mad cheese and guap more
Dripping sauce I'm hot hoe
Them niggas I'm not those
Trapper of the year wit mad flows
Treesh ya bitch mad cold
Have her turning tricks for bags and clothes
She just want love
Sorry baby I don't do hugs
I just slang dick and drugs
Q's and P's i came up from dubs
My trap open up
I'm hustling harder then half of these plugs
Move a P for the three,you niggas at home just weighing up nuggets
You niggas not eating, not getting no bread
You niggas is leeching
My Shooter iss a Demon
Have your whole squad ducking and weaving
Don't know what you believe in
But me and my niggas we ball all season
Couple Racks on my wrist and that's just how we started the evening
Even if you had to heart to run up
You'll be ghost and ya mama be grieving
Flight One for Life Long As I'm Breathing
Now Ice Out My Wrist
And Freeze Up My Neck
Too Cold For These Lame Niggas
With All Disrespect
You niggas mess, You turn up for a bitch
I turn up for a check, Now Watch How I Flex
No Matter The Weather I ball with The Best
Now Ice Out My Wrist
And Freeze Up My Neck
Too Cold For These Lame Niggas
With All Disrespect
You niggas mess, You turn up for a bitch
I turn up for a check, Now Watch How I Flex
No Matter The Weather I ball with The Best
Tell me what's next
New rolex big diamond on top of my neck
Foot out the lex
Look like Jigga ninety six in front the projects
Just cover my bets
Make sure its money line
Home runs all through the summertime
Catch me to the winter where my fits shaper than a porcupine
On the grind, Sixteen hours outta the day, stack up before I go away
Just landed time to light up a jay
V.I.P ten bottles of ace
I just met her now she tryna get ate
I'll be in room 201 knock twice later we could cut to the chase
Turnpike got a trunk full when I drop it off they smoke every night
Before I leave they hit me a hundred times to bring it back if you play it right
You could make six figures simple
All you gotta worry bout is the cops and the boys that'll probably snitch too
Dont forget about the killers waiting for a slip up so they can catch you with pistol
We aint gotta worry bout nun of that cause all my soldiers trained to shoot them missile
According to the daily news all my young dudes bullets bout as long as pencil
Outta town sliding in a rental
Sledge hammer giving out permanent dimples
Smoking barrel by your temple
Now Ice Out My Wrist
And Freeze Up My Neck
Too Cold For These Lame Niggas
With All Disrespect
You niggas mess, You turn up for a bitch
I turn up for a check, Now Watch How I Flex
No Matter The Weather I ball with The Best
Now Ice Out My Wrist
And Freeze Up My Neck
Too Cold For These Lame Niggas
With All Disrespect
You niggas mess, You turn up for a bitch
I turn up for a check, Now Watch How I Flex
No Matter The Weather I ball with The Best



Writer(s): Michael Jenkins


Mike Mills - The Last Summer
Album The Last Summer
date de sortie
17-03-2023




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