Cing Curt - Icy Lyrics

Woah
Woah
Hmm
I'm so icy I'm the coolest at the party
I'm so icy I got chills all on my body
Double cup, fill it with Henny, no Bacardi
Smokin' OG help me balance out the Molly
I'm so icy I'm the coolest at the party
I'm so icy I got chills all on my body
Double cup, fill it with Henny, no Bacardi
Smokin' OG help me balance out the Molly
T-T-Tats all on my body
I got money, I'm supplying for the party
Yea yo bitch she wanna ride me like a Harley
No these ain't hanes, bitch quit pullin' on my Tommy's
Yea
F*ckin' a bag up
Run and I get it
Ain't comin' in last bruh
I'm thumbin' thru digits
Worse it can be, I know
Life will pull yo strings, play yo ass like a piano
I just keep my focus
I just keep on smokin'
I unload then I reload it
Man this Russian Cream is strokin'
Get me some money then double up
We get together like huddle ups
F*ckin' this bitch like a son-of-a
Hatin' on me, they can't f*ck with us
Hatin' on me, they can't f*ck with us
Getin' some money then double up
Getin' some money then double up
I'm so icy I'm the coolest at the party
I'm so icy I got chills all on my body
Double cup, fill it with Henny, no Bacardi
Smokin' OG help me balance out the Molly
I'm so icy I'm the coolest at the party
I'm so icy I got chills all on my body
Double cup, fill it with Henny, no Bacardi
Smokin' OG help me balance out the Molly