3rd Lan3 - Ice Lyrics

Dae, yuh
3rd Lan3
Look at these chains, and you know they real ice
I got your bitch suckin' dick every night
All of this ice, and it's feelin' so nice
You know she do not love you because you got lice
I got this ice and you ask for advice
When your bitch on my dick you watchin', wanna slice?
I got all of these diamonds don't care bout a price
And you niggas hatin' cause I'm rich you dislike
Dislikin' niggas because they are rich
F*ckin' your bitch and she flip on this dick
I got the glockie you better not snitch
Because I am 14 with a scope, I can't miss
Fightin' these niggas cause they are a bitch
Beatin' these niggas with a metal switch
Is this cap rap, find out when you snitch
Because I have this ice niggas know its from Twitch
Ice, ice
Ice, ice
Ice, ice
Ice, ice
Ice, ice
Ice, ice
Ice, ice
Ice, uh
I got this ice, yuh
I got this ice, yuh
I got this ice, yuh, yuh
I got this ice, yuh, on god
Ice on my neck, I could probably go ski
Bitches on me and you know they agree
She suckin' this dick and you pay to watch me
Straight out the shower she f*ckin' on me
This song called Ice because I am so rich
Iced out, boss, niggas love my adlibs
Bitches on me and they wan have my kids
Dae is a boss you know that's how I live
Uh, you f*ck with the Lan3 and you gettin' sent up
You wavin' white flags like you wanna give up
Oh it ain't that easy cause I'm out for blood
If you see me comin' bitch you better run
I'm bouta stunt like a boss, yuh
G-up that foreign is crossed, yuh
Your bitch kissed me like gross
I got the money you know I'm Rick Ross
You is not funny, you go play lacross
Nigga so musty, he don't even floss
Go look at this drip and you know it is sauce
Nigga I'm ballin' his ankles got crossed, yuh
I got the ice you don't know what it cost
Said she in love cause I live like a boss
You heard what Dae said, that boy just don't floss
You'd think I love Jesus, I carry that cross
I'm sippin' wock, drink that shit by the pint
He pulled up with glocks but I just wanna fight
She got me crazy, she know what I like
I keep a strap but I ain't pullin' dykes
The way that she act, she must know she my type
You know I be peddlin', not talkin' bikes
She flips on my dick and her pussy so tight
You peepin' my drip cause you know it's real ice
Ice, ice
Ice, ice
Ice, ice
Ice, ice
Ice, ice
Ice, ice
Ice, ice
Ice, uh
I got this ice, yuh
I got this ice, yuh
I got this ice, yuh, yuh
I got this ice, yuh, on god
Yuh