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Kash Doll
Kash Doll
Performer
Trocon Roberts
Trocon Roberts
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trocon Roberts
Trocon Roberts
Songwriter
Arkeisha Knight
Arkeisha Knight
Songwriter
Jason Vincent Harris
Jason Vincent Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trocon Roberts
Trocon Roberts
Producer
Justin Boggy
Justin Boggy
Mixing Engineer
Sean Phelan
Sean Phelan
Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Vocal Mixing Engineer
Nolan Presley
Nolan Presley
Recording Engineer

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Aha Good job, 1st Ayy, what's up, Kash Doll? You ready? Let's do it Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out I want Tiffany, I want Angel City I want all that shit, y'all know I be stunting You know I'm so worthy, I want that bustdown Rollie You know diamonds make me feel so horny Bad motherfucker, I got Louis for my luggage I need money so I hustle, this ain't Fake Watch Buster Please don't try me, I might cut you Kash get crazy when you touch her She wear chains when she fuck you Get her charms 'cause she lucky Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out She asked me do I want some head I told her that's a no-brainer I need two cameras 'cause I need both angles MVP of the season, yeah Iced my girl out, now she sneezing, yeah You already know how I leave 'em, yeah Hit 'em one time and get amnesia, yeah (Who? Who that?) I got more kicks than FIFA (FIFA) Ice around my neck like a fever (Like a fever) Raw paper looking like Cohibas (Gas) Raw paper looking like fajitas (Smoke another one) When I get stressed out I go to Neimans (Alright) I put a tennis chain in her cleavage, yeah Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out I ain't gotta get naked for no tennis bracelet But I need twenty bands for a fucking anklet He gave me neck, now I got Patek These bitches only want that shit cause they heard Future say it All on the internet, you know Kash like to flex When I hit 'em up next You know I get a necklace Sometimes I want marriage Sometimes I want karats These niggas is my bitches, I don't fucking care Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out Ice me out, ice me out Ice me out, nigga, ice me out I put you in a drought When you try to ice me out I put you in a drought When you try to ice me out Nigga, ice me out Ice me the fuck out, nigga Ice me the fuck out Woo, no for real Good job, 1st
Writer(s): Markous Roberts, Arkeisha Knight, Jason Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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