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Denzel Himself - Icey Go lyrics

Artist: Denzel Himself

album: Icey Go


Why you always here? I be on my way
I aint here for it, just get up out my way
All that other shit, just have the final say. gettin'
Money on the way down, money on my way round
Why are we talkin' shit? Just get up out my way
Boy I'm done with it, don't tell me what you say
Tryna fuck my shit, just come out out my
Money on the way down, money on my way round
I be on my shit, all up on ma way (on my way)
Choosy bae, tell me what you do today (do today)
Cruiserweight, take a sec, rejuvenate
That's diff between you and bae, uh
I been on my shit, like you on my dick
Seen you been about, I can rock with it
What's your age? What's your sign?
Is your pockets big?
Or am I too busy acknowledging your cockiness?
What's your name? Where you stay? (Where you stay?)
Hitcha bae, eat that shit like Chic-fil-A (Chic-fil-A)
In my cape, she's a swimmer, simmer babe
Simmer down, til you keep callin me babe uh
That's some hot spit, I'm a hot chick
Drop it down, then I- Oop
Think you dropped this
I see you staring all (?) in them optics
Sun spot, droptop, we could get locked in
Why you always here? I'll be on my way
I aint here for it, just get up out my way
All that other shit, just have the final say. gettin'
Money on the way down, money on my way round
Why are we talkin' shit? Just get up out my way
Boy I'm done with it, don't tell me what you say
Tryna fuck my shit, just come out out my
Money on the way down, money on my way round
These other bitches irelevant, he know I'm heaven-sent
He know he lookin' at God
Fuck with my element, fuckin' and suckin' on everything
Screwin' me like I'm an opp
He wanna rock for the hell of it, damn
I stay on top like I came with a plan
... poppin' his bands, he put a rock on my hand
I hugged your friend, you know that
Like, real nigga shit. You know that
Real ignorant how she throat
I be like, "nigga, where's ya throat at?!"
Sure pissed me off how she *
I be like, "woadie, where my soul at?!"
She be like, "nigga, amma ghost"
I be like, "nigga, I aint know that!?"
Killin' niggas, then I'm ghostin'
I seen how bitches do the most
He only hit me [up] when he's posted
I only need him when I roast
Ice me out and I'ma go down
I don't mind you getting close
Nicely now. Icey, icey
Ice me out and then I'll go
You don't need no defence, wait
I don't need no reason, to play
I'm not the one for the games
Hit me on 078
Meet me at lake, at 8 dont be late
I'm waiting, scathed and impatient
Why you always here? I'll be on my way
I aint here for it, just get up out my way
All that other shit, just have the final say. gettin'
Money on the way down, money on my way round
Why are we talkin' shit? Just get up out my way
Boy I'm done with it, don't tell me what you say
Tryna fuck my shit, just come out out my
Money on the way down, money on my way round

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