​icy mix (2023) lyrics

Track 1: dark

I see your face in the dark
When I'm alone I just [?]
I see your face in the dark
When I'm alone I just [?]
Broke my-

Track 2: gothchant

[Verse]
Just like my pint, I put in orange juice
Throw my 4's up, cause I rose up
I'm speeding, Forza
Less lights, [?]
Diamond blunts, rolled up
Curled up, girl f*ck
In the corner, curled up
No love, no trust, no f*cks
Can ya, have it, that lust in heaven
In heaven, ain't no us
Gucci dove, fly away, to the stars
Gucci dove, flying
Goth tears, tears on the blunt

[Outro]
I don't understand
I don't understand
I don't understand
Just go away
Just go away
Just fly away
I'm the Yaphomet, the [?] ... f*cking [?]
[?]
Real Jaydes Christ, Jaydes Yen Christ in this b*tch
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All thеse tears in my Fanta, run lil girl you know you want my heart— hеart— heart— heart—
Track 3: xanybirthdaycake

[Intro]
You have no heart!
Yuh, yuh, ah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What you finna do?
What you wanna do?
Finna [?]
Ay, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
I said, "Where you from? You cute," yeah
She said, "Whats it to ya'"
I'm tryna get to ya'
Yo boyfriend so fool, yuh
Baby, just come through, yeah
She tryna— She tryna— She tryna— She tryna—

Track 4: yesmen

[Intro]
Huh (You have no heart!)
Woah (You have no—)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yen baby girl, yeah
[Verse]
All my n*ggas Z'd up
You want smoke with me, T up
You want smoke with me, say some
Gun you down wit a Nina
Yen cult, y'all believers
She said is that Yen? Yes ma’am
She see me all on her Instagram
She suck my di*k like a f*ckin' fan
Can't f*ck- can't f*ck wit a yesman
I can't f*ck wit a yesman
All my n*ggas know I'm stressed man
Teach— Teachin' these lil' n*ggas lessons—

Track 5: without u

[Verse 1]
We just in the car, we smoking loud too
b*tch, you know I really care about you, yeah
b*tch, you know I really care about you, ayy
Baby girl, what's wrong, I won't doubt you, yeah

[Chorus]
I'ma have to get these racks without you, ayy
I'ma have to get these racks without you, ayy
I'ma have to get these racks without you, ayy
I'ma have to get these racks without you, ayy
I'ma have to get these racks without you, ayy
I'ma have to get these racks without you, ayy
I'ma have to get these racks without you, ayy
I'ma have to get these racks without you, ayy
I'ma have to get these racks without you, ayy
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I was flipping packs, I had the ounces
I think you got too many accounts b*tch
[?], cause I was out b*tch
Trust on anything, [?] accountant

Track 6: every bih look goth

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Turn up, turn up, ayy
'Bout to f*ck a super b*tch
I padded pockets, used to it
My CLA got boofin' kit
Her pus*y bangin' through the bed
Stomach hurt, she not used to di*k
Shoot up sumn, I murder a opp
I'm tryna see what its like
I'm tryna see what its like, what the f*ck is bruh on?
Black panties make every b*tch look goth

[Chorus]
Black panties make every b*tch look goth
Black panties make every b*tch look goth
Black panties make every b*tch look goth
Black panties make every b*tch look goth
n*ggas wan' bite, n*ggas not no rotts
Her pus*y stink, but I still hit it raw
[?]
(Goth, goth)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Turn up, turn up, ayy
'Bout to f*ck a super b*tch
I padded pockets, used to it
My CLA got boofin' kit
Her pus*y bangin' through the bed
Stomach hurt, she not used to di*k
Shoot up some', I murder a opp
I'm tryna see what its like, what the f*ck is bruh on?
Black panties make every b*tch look goth

[Chorus]
Black panties make every b*tch look goth
Black panties make every b*tch look goth
Black panties make every b*tch look goth
Black panties make every b*tch look goth
n*ggas wan' bite, n*ggas not no rotts
Her pus*y stink, but I still hit it raw
[?]

Track 7: fantasia

[Intro]
(You have no heart!)

[Verse]
My life been a horror movie, phasing through my contradictions
Locked up again, I've been here for a minute
Foreign saliva told me she want me in it
But I know she won't mind until the pills kick in
I know, we know, but it is what it is
Her girlfriend's at the door to make sure no one come in
It is what it is my hand stuck to her hip
The other one on her neck, left bite marks up on her—

Track 8: boolin

I'm boolin', yeah, yeah
All this designer on me, got ash on n*ggas, I'm boofin', yeah, yeah
pus*y n*gga talk that sh*t, I'ma push his coupe in, like dead ass
I'ma still talk my sh*t 'cause you gay—

Track 9: suicides

[Intro]
Hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah (I really like to use cash)
You have no heart!

[Chorus]
Yeah, moving good pack, it got me gone
How the f*ck that n*gga b*tch in Saint Laurent?
That's my lil' flame in the 305
I can't trust these n*ggas 'cause it's do or die, yeah
Hoe I'm moving dolo, ain't no "You and I"
Pushing in that Benz coupe, I'm doing suicides, yeah
Pushing in that Benz coupe, I'm doing suicides
(Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)

[Verse]
I just put some gold on my neck
Cartier on me, I really said it
I don't love the b*tch, I just love the head—

Track 10: assimilate

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Jugg when I hit the trap sh*t really start jumping
My b*tch off the coke and she start assimilating
She tryna [?] of this weight b*tch
Ima' turn these kilos straight to money
We gon' turn these kilos straight to money
Baby flip this for me you'll get something nice
[?] cause my money right
She got diamonds on her denim cause her money right
Diamonds on her ass cause her money right, yeah

Track 11: juug2

[Intro]
b*tch
(Jugg, jugg, jugg, jugg, jugg)
(Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
Yen be too lavish
Finessin' diamonds, my [?] know I can't have it
I'm the type of n*gga that's gon' show you how to have it
You not really ten toes, you not 'bout that action
I just hit a lick and I got over on the [?]
[?] all my n*ggas crashin'
Lil bro think he swaggin' been had that sh*t on last year
He might need a stylist, don't worry bro, your dad here
I really came fly as a bat, in all black, its a bat
I'm the reason Bruce Wayne rockin' Number (N)ine [?], goth
Came from the clouds, I be too divine
b*tch I got the table, Cain to your Abel
Yen put you on but it's [?] on the label (b*tch)

Track 12: karma

[Chorus]
Pray for my n*ggas, can't let karma catch up
Only turn you into a lick, If you really let us
I got different priorities, I know she fed up
I got—, I got money, I’m not different, just distant
Industry ain't no competition, I swear
Jaydes in here, ballin’ like a notsip, swear
Different A&R, same mission, I swear
This b*tch think that she deserve me (Hood—)
You gon’ see how much you need me, I play petty too

[Verse]
I promise that I'ma leave right when I’m ready to (Hood—)
You don’t know me, you don’t know this type of empty, boo
You don’t know me, you don’t know this type of empty, boo (Hood—)
He tryna finesse—