SPARKLING ICE (sped up) Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
G-Smasha on the track
Just in from the market,
Young kid outta Charlotte
Fingers up where I'm parkin
Inches out, I'm enlargin
Pit stop, I be chargin
Free the dogs, hear the barkin
In my teen years, I be chartin
Sittin' around on my carpet
Takin' off, I'm departin
I'm shootin' my shot like I'm Hardin
All of my bros, I'm regardin
Sippin' that water, it's sparklin
Young Tate, get me started
And I'm flippin' and kickin' and bargin
No, I'm not watchin' the comments
You fellas is fakin' the nonsense
Yeah, yeah
Takin' off from the universe
Then I be spreadin' my numeral
First rappin' not a juvenile
All the men, yall be usable
Been goin' cray, it's the usual
I'm doin' not what is doable
My food is not pharmaceutical
I'm on top, like the cuticle
You say I'm too hot, like the crucible
I'm never gon' stop like a tumoral
Careers ending like a funeral
Steppin' on air like a crucifal
They say rap is a demon, illuminal
I'm the holy god of musical
Spreadin' the word like I'm Buddha
I don't know what they assumin
The biggest producer
Sittin' right here watchin' movies
I'm never a shooter
Until it's computers
I be on top like Garuda
My hue is the brown, but I'm not around
Typin' away like it's Lua
I'm runnin' a mile with the pumas
Cause I got the pumas
Yeah, yeah
We touchin' the Pluto
Yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' my mood up
Yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' my moolah
Yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' their sooner
Just a minute, I'll take me to Juno
And I'm thinkin' about ways to move up
Give me a second, I'll change the weather
A planet of lies, but now you can't fool us
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, ay
I been rollin' through the 704
With my two Gs
Swingin' in the city, watchin' movies
We comin' up and
Ready or not, like the Fugees
Feel like I'm on some some
I'm never gettin' moody
I'm the greatest to be
No, I'm not Tunechi
Reservin' my Gucci
For the next New Year
Ridin' round a two-seat
Me in my blue jeans
Just a normal man
Never xan, on the route deep
Yeah, yeah
You cannot walk on my coat
I'm wearin' the looks of a goat
Singin' to men like a pope
My words, they run like its dope
You can never cope, you can never smoke
You know it's finna be folk
A decade or so, the culture is soaked
Just in from the market,
young kid outta Charlotte
Fingers up where I'm parkin
Inches out, I'm enlargin
Pit stop, I be chargin
Free the dogs, hear the barkin
In my teen years, I be chartin
Sittin' around on my carpet
Takin' off, I'm departin
I'm shootin' my shot like I'm Hardin
All of my bros, I'm regardin
Sippin' that water, it's sparklin
Young Tate, get me started
And I'm flippin' and kickin' and bargin
No, I'm not watchin' the comments
You fellas is fakin' the nonsense