Long Island Ice Lyrics

Ez, yup

Let’s have fun

Rolled enough

Just to stay in

I’m sweet, juice naked

You do the most time wastin

Not my money not my flow tho

What I do

Straight steeze

Puffy Combs ‘93

In my jeans

Yes please

Take it all off

Camera on flash

Recording all along

Thought it was a picture

That Long Island gone

I dropped in

Them photos had me wow in

Called her in the afternoon

Stop it, took her shopping

Roll up all this bliss

Cash and henny

Whipping dodging

Bumping

Schoolboy Q, and some E-40

That shit knocking

Rolling with baddest

Mami got it all

Picture God’s canvas

I call it Vahjiah

Yea, Ez

I call it Vahjiah

Yea, yea

Californicated

Palm trees in my blunts

Met thru some acquaintances

And that’s wassup

Since birth pops said you a G

25 years young hung and look at me

Taking pictures likes nothing

Naked every time in her photos

She sent me something

That Long Island gone

Why you take so long

Told her it’s a Marathon

Upper echelon, yea

I might be her papa

Motor boat her tatas

I’m laying in a maca

Relax my mind cumbaya

Baby this is nada

All she wants to do is fuck and

Go n get some commas

Turn up when we can

She slays so bad

You hoes ain’t got nothing

I’m faithful you look so mad

Baby get some money

Sushi bars eating ahí

Party got too rowdy

She said roll that Lodi dadi

Bumping my jams

You always had the yams

Topped all my ex’s

They wouldn’t understand

When I say you’re perfect

That’s the ass in my hands

Like a little kid

Feeling back in freshman class, yea

Rolling with baddest

Mami got it all

Picture God’s canvas

I call it Vahjiah

Yea

I call it Vahjiah

Now I’m gone

Yea