Electric Ice - Featuring X1 And Mieva

Fredro Starr

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    [Chorus 2X: X-1 & Mieva]
    We put lights in the chains, baby, that's what's up
    Strobe lights in the range, baby, that's what's up
    High beams in the bracelets, that's what's up
    Electric diamonds, baby, that's what's up

    [Fredro Starr]
    Aiyo I pull up in some big shit, poppin B.I.G. shit
    No stearin wheel, Benz toyin wit the joystick
    Park the spaceship, special effects
    On the bracelets, ice jumpin out like The Matrix
    Who light up for than Vegas
    Nigga lookin like Times Square on New Years, when the ball drop
    My neck is like a light show on Fourth of July
    Both wrists like fireworks lightin the sky
    Private airports, Air Force, one's untied
    Blunt in my mouth, stretch now, you waitin outside
    Shit, even when I tuck it in, it blink through the shirt
    How does it work? bitches askin how much it's worth
    Killin eighth street, Ferrari drop, niggas'll clock
    Bitches'll stop and waive, high blondin, bitches to watch
    "Is that lights on ya stage, that ice on ya chain?"
    Yo I'm C.O., Other People Money type thing
    Now haters in the game wanna take my place
    Live my life, wish they could take my face
    Fuck my wife, wish me death to rock my lights
    But that's the price of fame, Electric Ice

    [Chorus 2X]

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    [Mieva]
    Floss out, strawberry lights, lavender life
    More money than Blake character's wife
    Lady ice criminal, rock minerals
    Bitches can't stand it, Electric Ice, lookin transparent
    You ain't gettin no brighter, a hundred watts in the bezel
    The face of an angel wit the body of a devil
    Diamonds rock like glaciers
    At the tennis courts wit high beams and tennis bracelets
    Blindin Venus, hahahaha

    [X-1]
    Ten days out the summer, put them blazers up
    Ninja bike night ridin wit my helmet up
    Sock on my Nikes, look at bitches clockin the lights
    Go ahead and touch that and get the shock of ya life
    Who that nigga over there wit the glow in his chest
    It gotta be X, niggas stay flirtin wit death
    Lookin like I got a Christmas tree around my neck
    You try to cop that, by Jacob ain't got those yet
    Wires inside to shine, kid the hottest design
    Try to define a nigga that's inspired to grind
    Yesterday my lights was green, today they red
    I turn the bracelet off, before I goes to bed,
    Electric Ice

    [Chorus 2X]

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