ICE SPICE Lyrics

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She be icy, I'm calling her Spice

She a baddie, a 10, hit it twice

She be litty, I'm diggin' her vibe

She go crazy when she on the mic

Hit a 30, I ain't talkin' bout Ike

Give me head in the back like a dyke

If we spot him, we shoot him on sight

I'ma slide through his block off a bike

She like shawty, I ain't used to this life

She a thot and she pop, she my boo for the night

I'ma dress all white like a pope for the night

I'ma reach for my pole if your man tryna fight he

Talk like he came from Jamaica

Cause all of his homies be yelling out Gaza

Grab me a 30 and aim for his Mata

Brodie, got bodies, they know he a shata

We finna slide like we doing the cha-cha

Switch up the server, connect to the wifi

We pulling up, so you know it's a drive-by

This ain't, no movie, I ain't talkin' no Sci-Fi

All of my opp's in a casket

I put them niggas all up in a box

Totin' the toolie, I'm letting it flock

If she ask how we do it, we making it pop

Still with the killers, we post on the block

In whatever weather, we making it hot

We spinnin' his block, ain't no way we gon' stop

Don't run up on me, cause it's shoot or get shot

If they send me the addy, I'm posting a drop

Aim for his figi and knock off his top

Like, boom

She be icy, I'm calling her Spice

She a baddie, a 10, hit it twice

She be litty, I'm digging her vibe

She go crazy when she on the mic

Hit a 30, I ain't talking bout Ike

Give me head in the back like a dyke

If we spot him, we shoot him on sight

I'ma slide through his block off a bike

She like shawty, I ain't used to this life

She a thot and she pop she my boo for the night

I'ma dress in all white like a pope for the night

I'ma reach for my pole if your man tryna fight

Why is your man in the back tryna reach for his pole

When I jump out a Passy

No, I don't cap in, my rap

But you know if I do, then it might be a madness

I'm on my way to the block

Where you carry a glock cause you might see a shooting

021 still run in my veins

Goddamn it, no need to prove it

I know some niggas in gug's

That's dealing in drugs and killing them crooks

My producer be turning me up

Every time that a young nigga jump in the booth

I told easy relax, man, I got this

Wait till I blow, I'ma put em on mute

Now I need some gold in my mouth

And I think it's about time that I go see the dentis

That was quiet

Where have you been all my life

Shawty, you're supposed to be dead

You know, if I had a nickel for every time I heard that

What are you doing here

None of your beeswax

Killing a mother on Christmas Eve

You're despicable

You're just jealous you didn't think of it first

What are those poor kids gonna do now

They're gonna rest in pieces

Just like their parents

Except for that Caroline

I think she's got potential

But kids who misbehave have to be punished

So where are they, Tiff

I don't know what you're talking about

Glenn and Glenda

They disobeyed me

They have to be punished too

Severely