Charli Baltimore - Ice Lyrics
Artist: charli baltimore f/ maseUhh niggaUhm, yeah(do you wanna (repeat through song))[charli baltimore] (mase)Yo, yo, yoSee I hold my head, hoes wanna spite meMad, I got the jag but they the wifeyIcey, is what my merchandise beKnow ima star, so they over-price meCharli bmore be twice you *****Tell you got no style by the ice you pickStep into my cold area, polar bear wearWhite minking, white lincoln, now what you thinkingWhat? too much ice got you blinking?Meanwhile, mickey sinking, what you drinkingWest philly, bad *****, dress reallyAint met a nigga with enough dough to sex reallySeen everything, from kings to heavy hatersCherry gators, tahoe in every flavorRhymes I wrote (9s I tote em)And times I hold emI even put 9s in niggas quotasWhatYeahWhatYeahWhat whatYea what whatTurn me up, thoughTurn me up[mase]Yo, yo, now if you dont stopThen we wont stopIf you want the bottom, then Ill be on topI aint never met a ***** that aint ever suck a *****So if you gotta proof, I gotta have a drop, bi-atch![charli]If you know bmore, then you know this songIma rip any shit, niggas throw me onWhile Im reachin mine, I aint known you that long***** around, nigga, wiggle more then your rollie goneRing tooGet that nigga cream tooHit him bout once or twice, dream come true[mase]Ill give you more then a six, mansion on the beachChanel flip flops, satin all on ya feetLiguini for brunch, or spice and your heatSo a ***** like you, cant check me from the street[charli]Im not a girl wholl dream about living with maseAll I wanna do is get his cake, and sit on his faceWhat what whatYeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeah[mase]Yeah, what what what, what the *****, ughh, yoWhat they think, cause be mase young, mase be dumbThey get mase strung, therell be no prenumBut ever since blood die, my life changeOut the blue, Im they boo, thats quite strangeNow ya nice thangs, way out the price rangeHalf these girls, dont even know my right nameThough I got rollie, mink made of coyoteLove a ghetto hoe, I know she die for meYou got me confused, see cam the freakMase never the cat, bring sand to the beachShow some that the average show-hand couldnt reachLiving expenses, 50 grand a weekYou know me, I v-o-t, low keyPlatinum rollie, smoke a o-zBaby face nigga, without no goatee2 point 8, about to blow 3HuhWhat the *****What the *****Yeah yeah yeahWhat what whatYeah yeah yeahWhat what whatYeah yeah yeahWhat what whatUhWhat the *****Dont stopWhat the *****We wont stopHarlem-phillysStill bless ya foreverMase blessed forever
