ICE AGE (feat. Travis Scott)

Don Toliver

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    Mmm, mmm
    Yeah (Yeah)
    Mmm (Yeah, yeah)
    Yeah

    Still put my address in, like I don't know where I stay
    She know my phone number, but how she think I'm Mike Jones?
    Why I had to put it down in the Ice Age?
    Where I'm from, you come through late, you don't do that alone
    You brought that face out the boondocks, how long did that take?
    With your dog, she can't go left, be with 'em right or wrong
    Everybody 'round me top five, come to my space (Ayy)
    Everybody high like Sci-Fi up in my space
    When we disconnect the wi-fi (Ah)

    Up the hill, it's over drastic
    I hope you gassed it, I'm over-gassed you crashed it
    The last one elastic, tried to find real in plastic
    Them other hoes is mass thick

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    Way you rock the classics, classic, bomb, bombastic (Bomb)
    The setup or the dynasty is looking dynastic
    You know the Don nasty
    The Mudboys nasty, you know the Jack nasty, you know the (Know the)
    You know the Fay' nasty, you know the Chase (You know the Chase)
    You know the Chase nasty, you know my place (Place)
    My place is like the afties, that's word to Niel (Word to Niel)
    I'm a knight off in the night ain't, got it new (Nah)
    One night with me, was the tea, but don't you spill (Ah)
    Throw that body fake, baby, keep it real
    If he hit, don't give him none like the church
    And come to my player's club, I'm dolla (Yeah)

    Still put my address in, like I don't know where I stay
    She know my phone number, but how she think I'm Mike Jones?
    Why I had to put it down in the Ice Age?
    Where I'm from, you come through late, you don't do that alone
    You brought that face out the boondocks, how long did that take?
    With your dog, she can't go left, be with 'em right or wrong
    Everybody 'round me top five, come to my space (Space)
    Everybody high like Sci-Fi up in my space (Space)
    When we disconnect the wi-fi

    In the 713, I'm fazed
    I say, can I get you up for, hey
    Can I get you up in the city?
    My curly hair, baby curly hair
    We throwin' it good, okay, keep throwin' the air (Throwin' the air)
    Throwin' it back, okay you're doin' your best
    Swing to the hook when you need some help
    Handle bars, she on my handle bars
    She like to finer things and all my candy cars
    Throwin' it back, okay you're doin' your best (Doin' your)
    Swing to the hook when you need some help
    I'm in the Continental, got her dancin'
    Sippin' pineapple, bitch candy (Yup)
    Quarter Million dollars, got 'em fancy
    Two hundred on the dash, don't chance it

    Gotta leave the song on, it's your song, babe
    H-Town, hold it down, yeah, you goin' crazy
    See you in the bay, bae, you know you in here faded
    Know you in here faded, know you in here faded

    Song details

    Composition: Michael Hart, Caleb Toliver, Derek “206derek” Anderson, Cashmere Small, benjamin fort, and Jacques Berman Webster II

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