Icey Lyrics - Jaden Smith

Yuh, la, la 

It's just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah 

Richard Mille make 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah 

Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah 

Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe 

Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets 

Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me 

Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me 

Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy 

Woah, I bought the stadium, won't need no seats 

Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth 

Woah, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea 

You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nike's 

I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see 

For now, I ain't stanin' no Nike's (oh, oh, oh) 

My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces 

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Twist up, backwoods, not no Swishers switch up 

We get up, fuck her every fucking weekend 

Catch up, Calamari then I want a cougar 

Woah-woah, I'ma fuck her 'til she's purple Hoover 

What up? You can't waste none of my time bitch 

I'm up, I got way too many money 

I'm up, you can ask my Mommy 

Pourin' up this dundee (pour up-up-up) 

Put a ring 'round your finger, charisma (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) 

I left twenty five thousand on your dresser (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) 

I told her ain't this cool, on like Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) 

Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) 

All my girlfriends are real done (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) 

I told 'em baby "don't waste my time" (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) 

I put your ring on rocks, uh (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) 

Woah, I told the bitch I want icy teeth 

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Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe 

Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets 

Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me 

Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me 

Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy 

Woah, I bought the stadium, won't need no seats 

Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth 

Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea 

You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nike's 

I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see 

For now, I ain't stanin' no Nike's (oh-oh-oh) 

My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces 

Rag talk, oh, yeah, the first time I bought a watch, oh, yeah 

Mad flossin', oh, yeah, your nigga got mad sauce, oh, yeah 

Spin the block, oh, yeah, the kids are dodgin' shots, oh, yeah 

Big dawg, oh, yeah, but they won't let me take a fall, oh, yeah 

Gucci socks, oh, yeah, Fendi watch, oh, yeah 

Jimmy Choo heel, it's her birthday, sendin' shots, oh, yeah 

Shawty sayin' it's her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh, yeah 

Audemar, oh, yeah, match the buss count, oh, yeah 

Yuh, la, la 

It's just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah 

Richard Mille make 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah 

Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah 

Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe 

Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets 

Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me 

Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me 

Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy 

Woah, I bought the stadium, won't need no seats 

Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth 

Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea 

You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nike's 

I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see 

For now, I ain't stanin' no Nike's (oh-oh-oh) 

My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces 

You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nike's 

I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see 

For now, I ain't stanin' no Nike's (oh-oh-oh) 

My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces