Ice Lyrics - Singles - Charli Baltimore

Artist: charli baltimore f/ mase 

Uhh nigga 

Uhm, yeah 

(do you wanna (repeat through song)) 

[charli baltimore] (mase) 

Yo, yo, yo 

See I hold my head, hoes wanna 'spite me 

Mad, I got the jag' but they the wifey 

Icey, is what my merchandise be 

Know i'ma star, so they over-price me 

Charli b'more be twice you bitch 

Tell you got no style by the ice you pick 

Step into my cold area, polar bear wear 

White minking, white lincoln, now what you thinking 

What? too much ice got you blinking? 

Meanwhile, mickey sinking, what you drinking 

West philly, bad bitch, dress really 

Ain't met a nigga with enough dough to sex really 

Seen everything, from king's to heavy haters 

Cherry gators, tahoe in every flavor 

Rhymes I wrote (9's I tote 'em) 

And times I hold 'em 

I even put 9's in niggas quotas 

What 

Yeah 

What 

Yeah 

What what 

Yea what what 

Turn me up, though 

Turn me up 

[mase] 

Yo, yo, now if you don't stop 

Then we won't stop 

If you want the bottom, then I'll be on top 

I ain't never met a bitch that ain't ever suck a cock 

So if you gotta proof, I gotta have a drop, bi-atch! 

[charli] 

If you know b'more, then you know this song 

I'ma rip any shit, niggas throw me on 

While I'm reachin' mine, I ain't known you that long 

Fuck around, nigga, wiggle more then your rollie gone 

Ring too 

Get that nigga cream too 

Hit him bout once or twice, dream come true 

[mase] 

I'll give you more then a six, mansion on the beach 

Chanel flip flop's, satin all on ya feet 

Liguini for brunch, or spice and your heat 

So a bitch like you, can't check me from the street 

[charli] 

I'm not a girl who'll dream about living with mase 

All I wanna do is get his cake, and sit on his face 

What what what 

Yeah yeah yeah 

Yeah yeah yeah 

Yeah yeah yeah 

[mase] 

Yeah, what what what, what the fuck, ughh, yo 

What they think, cause be mase young, mase be dumb 

They get mase strung, there'll be no prenum 

But ever since blood die, my life change 

Out the blue, I'm they boo, that's quite strange 

Now ya nice thangs, way out the price range 

Half these girls, don't even know my right name 

Though I got rollie, mink made of coyote 

Love a ghetto hoe, I know she die for me 

You got me confused, see cam the freak 

Mase never the cat, bring sand to the beach 

Show some that the average show-hand couldn't reach 

Living expenses, 50 grand a week 

You know me, I v-o-t, low key 

Platinum rollie, smoke a o-z 

Baby face nigga, without no goatee 

2 point 8, about to blow 3 

Huh 

What the fuck 

What the fuck 

Yeah yeah yeah 

What what what 

Yeah yeah yeah 

What what what 

Yeah yeah yeah 

What what what 

Uh 

What the fuck 

Don't stop 

What the fuck 

We won't stop 

Harlem-philly's 

Still bless ya forever 

Mase blessed forever