Hoes On Ice lyrics

by

Hitmaka


[Intro]
Hitmaka (Yeah)
Go Grizz
M-M-M-Murda (Yeah, murder sh*t)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Couple bad hoes on ice (Ice)
Rock new Celine frames at night (Night)
Tell the b*tch "Get right, or get left" (Left)
n*gga, we don't tip-toe, we step (Step)
Leave a n*gga stiffer than a mannequin (Mannequin)
Eight-figure n*gga doin' damage (Ooh, yeah, straight up)
This a turbo, not a regular (Woah)
Gotta smoke the weed for my sanity (Yeah)
Couple bad hoes on ice (Ice)
Rock new Celine framеs at night (Night)
Tell the b*tch "Get right, or gеt left" (Left)
n*gga, we don't tip-toe, we step (Step)
Tell the b*tch "Get rowdy" (Yeah)
n*gga, we don't tip-toe, we step (Ooh, yeah)
Tell the b*tch "Get right, or get left" (Left)
n*gga, we don't tip-toe, we step (Yeah)

[Refrain]
Cartier French, cost fourteen bands
Bad lil' b*tch from South of France
Give me that mouth, don't use no hands
Left cheek, right cheek, do your dance
If Dolla f*ck, then she gotta be the baddest
Baby gon' eat it up like a savage
Diamonds dancin' on me like Janet
He's still broke, so the n*gga can't stand me
I don't pop Perc or Xanny
Shawty in La Perla panties
Three-way, she like "Can we?"
Lil' shawty taste like candy
Closet sh*ttin' on Neiman Marcus
Came a long way from those apartments
Say you ain't smash no other artists (Please, cap)
I'ma give lil' shawty big wood
Baby say "It hurts so good"
I'm a young boss like Suge
Talk down, wish a n*gga would
Ain't gotta be said when it's understood
Step in my hood with your chain, it get took
f*ckin' these hoes like a rich n*gga should (Ooh, yeah)
Two hundred K every time I get booked
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[Chorus]
Couple bad hoes on ice (Ice)
Rock new Celine frames at night (Night)
Tell the b*tch "Get right, or get left" (Left)
n*gga, we don't tip-toe, we step (Step)
Leave a n*gga stiffer than a mannequin (Mannequin)
Eight-figure n*gga doin' damage (Ooh, yeah)
This a turbo, not a regular
Gotta smoke the weed for my sanity (Yeah)
Couple bad hoes on ice (Ice)
Rock new Celine frames at night (Night)
Tell the b*tch "Get right, or get left" (Left)
n*gga, we don't tip-toe, we step (Step)
Tell the b*tch "Get rowdy" (Yeah)
n*gga, we don't tip-toe, we step (Ooh, yeah)
Tell the b*tch "Get right, or get left" (Left)
n*gga, we don't tip-toe, we step (Yeah)
[Refrain]
Cartier French, cost fourteen bands
Bad lil' b*tch from South of France
Give me that mouth, don't use no hands
Left cheek, right cheek, do your dance
If Dolla f*ck, then she gotta be the baddest
Baby gon' eat it up like a savage
Diamonds dancin' on me like Janet
He's still broke, so the n*gga can't stand me
I don't pop Perc or Xanny
Shawty in La Perla panties
Three-way, she like "Can we?"
Lil' shawty taste like candy
Closet sh*ttin' on Neiman Marcus
Came a long way from those apartments
Say you ain't smash no other artists (Please, cap)
I'ma give lil' shawty big wood
Baby say "It hurts so good"
I'm a young boss like Suge
Talk down, wish a n*gga would
Ain't gotta be said when it's understood
Step in my hood with your chain, it get took
f*ckin' these hoes like a rich n*gga should (Ooh, yeah)
Two hundred K every time I get booked

[Chorus]
Couple bad hoes on ice (Ice)
Rock new Celine frames at night (Night)
Tell the b*tch "Get right, or get left" (Left)
n*gga, we don't tip-toe, we step (Step)
Leave a n*gga stiffer than a mannequin (Mannequin)
Eight-figure n*gga doin' damage (Ooh, yeah)
This a turbo, not a regular
Gotta smoke the weed for my sanity (Yeah)
Couple bad hoes on ice (Ice)
Rock new Celine frames at night (Night)
Tell the b*tch "Get right, or get left" (Left)
n*gga, we don't tip-toe, we step (Step)
Tell the b*tch "Get rowdy" (Yeah)
n*gga, we don't tip-toe, we step (Ooh, yeah)
Tell the b*tch "Get right, or get left" (Left)
n*gga, we don't tip-toe, we step (Yeah)
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