Icey Baby lyrics

Babyface Ray

Big Frozen Soul sh*t, It's Young Icey Baby
I got bags on top of bags, yeah
I got bags on top of bags, I went shopping
Been about it, and I'm still 'bout it
I'm a real n***a, f**k how you feel about it
Lost in the mud, trying to pull a deal out it
I heard about the devil, but a n***a still in Prada
Thick lil b*t*h, Triple S Balenciagas
Bad lil b*t*h, nothing but a pill popper
Gave it to her once, she want to tell the world about us

I'm into Canada, not from Canada, I'm from the six
City boy, baby girl, I'm from the sticks
Eight milligram route, I ain't been the same sense
I'm getting flips, made the car jump a fence
Broke b*t*h mad at me, came through drunk her rent
I been around it, I ain't never had sh*t
That's why I'm acting like a n***a who ain't never had sh*t
She want to buy a n***a something just because I swag sh*t
I'm always thinking crime, I know how the bag flip
Grab the duck tape, I want to see the mag flip
Running around broke, n***a need his ass kicked
Everyday I tell myself this my last sip

I got bags on top of bags, I went shopping
Been about it, and I'm still 'bout it
I'm a real n***a, f**k how you feel about it
Lost in the mud, trying to pull a deal out it
I heard about the devil, but a n***a still in Prada
Thick lil b*t*h, Triple S Balenciagas
Bad lil b*t*h, nothing but a pill popper
Gave it to her once, she want to tell the world about us

Rich b*t*h spoiled by her dad, she been rotten
I'm a legend in my city, but I'm still dropping
This coat cost fifteen, cause it's real ostrich
The ops think it's squashed, but I'm still plotting
Ran up a bag, made them mad just jogging
Rolex don't even tick, it be tocking
Bad b*t*h good for my image, so toxic
Bad b*t*h good for my image, so toxic
Projects to palm trees, Vlone Palm Angels
I got it off the strength, Jorgon Von Strangle
If I had started off like this, would you have got my angle
If I had started with these strips, would you have got my angle
My kryptonite a broke b*t*h, I got gucci on my toes
Got versace on my robe, I'm big slime I talk in codes b*t*h
I got another show, so I gotta hit the road

I got bags on top of bags, I went shopping
Been about it, and I'm still 'bout it
I'm a real n***a, f**k how you feel about it
Lost in the mud, trying to pull a deal out it
I heard about the devil, but a n***a still in Prada
Thick lil b*t*h, Triple S Balenciagas
Bad lil b*t*h, nothing but a pill popper
Gave it to her once, she want to tell the world about us

Jump in, turn the lights on, diamonds start jumping
I got caught cheating, said that was my cousin
Gotta run a check up, so I punched in
Trap star get on the pop and punch it
I won't f**k unless I got something to nut in
Bro gave me the strap and I bussed it
Bro gave me the strap and I bussed it
She gon' give me brain in the morning
I'm getting rich with the gang I was poor with
It's Young Icey Baby

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