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Flo Milli - Ice Baby (Official Skit)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flo Milli
Flo Milli
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tamia Carter
Tamia Carter
Songwriter
Bradley Powell
Bradley Powell
Songwriter
Brett Clarey
Brett Clarey
Songwriter
Malik Hargis
Malik Hargis
Songwriter
Earl Patrick Taylor
Earl Patrick Taylor
Songwriter
Eshan Patel
Eshan Patel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brad
Brad
Producer
brettonthebeat
brettonthebeat
Producer
Slade
Slade
Producer
Ashley Jacobson
Ashley Jacobson
Engineer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Jeremy Dilli
Jeremy Dilli
Assistant Engineer

Songteksten

Hop in the car and I race (skrrt) I see the stars in the Wraith (yeah) Talkin' my shit in your face (face) I might just spit in your face (huh?) Blood on my shoes 'cause it bled (bled) On the runway, it be red (red) You can't keep me out your head (head) Ho, keep my name out of your thread (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 thе gossip, believe what you want (bitch) Evеrybody 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 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 (sea) I spent a mill' on a kick (kick) Water dripping on the tits (oo) Look at the brick on my wrist (yeah) Ice (ice) baby (baby) Ice (ice) baby (baby) I know you sick of the sea (sea) I spent a mill' on a kick (Kick) Water dripping on the tits (ooh) Look at the brick on my wrist (yeah) I got 'em mad now (huh?) I can feel the tension and bad vibes Aimin' for these hoes like a headshot (yeah, yeah) Never lettin' up, I ain't playin', nah Ice baby, that shit dripping on me (ice) 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 (uh) You niggas ain't stoppin' shit with me Now all the broke bitches wanna beef Money talk, I'm speaking Guapanese I don't fuck with rats, I'm getting to the cheese Ain't no comin' back if I say I'ma leave Don't know how to act, got him all on his knees Got a fake page, I see you stalking me (what?) Super Soaker, I got him falling deep Fuck a opp, bitch, you not in my league (yeah) Duckin' cops, I ain't checkin' the speed (nope) Gucci socks, we got matchin' A.P'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 (sea) I spent a mill' on a kick (kick) Water dripping on the tits (oo) Look at the brick on my wrist (yeah) Ice (ice) baby (baby) Ice (ice) baby (baby) I know you sick of the sea (sea) I spent a mill' on a kick (kick) Water dripping on the tits (ooh) Look at the brick on my wrist (yeah) You niggas ain't stoppin' shit with me Why all the broke bitches wanna beef?
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Sydne George Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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