Ice Baby

Flo Milli

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    Ayy
    Yeah
    Flo Milli shit
    Bitch

    Hop in the car and I race
    I see the stars in the Wraith
    Talkin' my shit in your face
    I might just spit in your face
    Blood on my shoe 'cause it bled
    On the runway, it be red
    You can't keep me out your head
    Ho, keep my name out of your thread
    Kick it with hoes, I don't pick if you broke
    The reason I'm different, I do what you don't
    You do what you can and I do what I want
    The second that I get turned off then it's on
    Money my mood, make a million a month
    This easy like Evel Knievel to stunt
    In order to get it, bitch, you gotta hunt
    I'm done with the gossip, believe what you want
    Everybody follow me, real niggas follow me
    Bitch niggas follow me, mad 'cause I got a beat
    One of the bitches gettin' money in this economy (Hmm)
    You sick about it? Do somethin' about it, happy Halloween

    Scary-ass ho
    Lookin' like Cinderella lost her shoe
    That lil' budget won't make me move
    I'm too rich to lose my cool, SS, mm

    Ice, ice, baby, baby
    Ice, ice, baby, baby
    I know you sick of the sea (Yeah), I spent a mill' on a kick (Huh)
    Water dripping on the tits (Huh), look at the brick on my wrist

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    I got 'em mad now
    I can feel the tension and bad vibes
    Aimin' for these hoes like a headshot
    Never lettin' up, I ain't playin', nah

    Ice baby, that shit drippin' on me
    I can't fuck the nigga, treat him like a homie
    Only speak on my name if you really want it
    I'm the golden ticket, this ain't Willy Wonka
    You niggas ain't stoppin' shit wit' me
    Why all the broke bitches wanna beef?
    Money talk, I'm speaking Guapanese
    Fuck with rats, I'm getting to the cheese
    Comin' back if I say I'ma leave
    How to act, got him all on his knees
    Got a fake page, I see you stalking me
    Pussy great, I think he falling deep
    Fuck a opp, bitch, you not in my league
    Duckin' cops, I ain't checkin' the speed
    Gucci socks, we got matchin' AP's
    Boss bitch, I'm who they wanna be

    Boo, scary-ass ho
    Lookin' like Cinderella lost her shoe
    That lil' budget won't make me move
    I'm too rich to lose my cool, SS, mm

    Ice, ice, baby, baby
    Ice, ice, baby, baby
    I know you sick of the sea (Yeah), I spent a mill' on a kick (Huh)
    Water dripping on the tits, look at the brick on my wrist (Yeah)
    Ice, ice, baby, baby
    Ice, ice, baby, baby
    I know you sick of the sea (Huh), I spent a mill' on a kick (Yeah)
    Water dripping on the tits (Ooh), look at the brick on my wrist

    Flo Milli shit

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    Composición: Earl Patrick Taylor, Tamia Carter, Bradley Powell, Brett Clarey, Eshan Patel, Malik Hargis y Sydne George

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