Icey (Remix) lyrics

[Refrain: Young Thug]
Yeah, la, la
It's just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty hoochie, wah-wah-wah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the b*tch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won't need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, b*tch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea
Your Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nikes
I done left you for years, this sh*t still the same, I see
For now, I ain't standin' no Nikes (oh, oh, oh)
My b*tch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Twist up
Backwoods not no Swisher Sweet 'cause we get up
f*ck her every f*cking weekend, catch up
Calamari dinner with a cougar, woah-woah
I'ma f*ck her 'til she's purple Hoover, what up?
You can't waste none of my time, b*tch, I'm up
I got way too many money, I'm up
You can ask my Mommy
Pourin' up this Dom P (Pour up-up-up)
Put a ring 'round your finger, charisma (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I left twenty-five thousand on your dresser (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her ain't this cool, on like Tesla (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my girlfriends are real done (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her, "Baby, don't waste my time" (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put your ring on rocks, uh (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, I told the b*tch I want icy teeth
[Chorus: Young Thug & Offset]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe (Hey)
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets (Skrr)
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me (Brr, brr, brr)
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me (Bag)
Woah, I beat the b*tch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won't need no seats (Woo, woo)
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth (Hey)
Woah, b*tch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea (b*tch)
Your Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nikes
I done left you for years, this sh*t still the same, I see (Phew, phew)
For now, I ain't standin' no Nikes (Oh-oh-oh, ah)
My b*tch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces (Hey)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
Whoa, whoa, look at my stones, whoa
They clones, not gon' last long (Nah, nah)
I'm grown, put a Patek on her arm (Patek)
Ooh, cookie strong, sippin' on codeine in the morning
She got carat, baguettes (Baguettes)
Blood at the bottom, raw flesh (Hey)
Like Kells, p*ss on the pests (Pests)
Make the shells go through the vest (Brr, brr)
Sticks in the back, get pressed (Bah)
I done bought that b*tch a brand new Tesla (Tesla)
Broke n*ggas, they allergic to lettuce (Broke)
Rich b*tch with Chanel fetish (Rich)
My b*tch at the top of the game (Top)
I was drippin' in Dior in Spain (Dior)
f*cked my b*tch in the back of Mulsanne (Smash)
Took her right to the hood, to the gang (Gang)
Rolls-Royce with the wood on the grain (Rolls)
Golf course with the coupe, with the maids (Hey)
Light the blunt on your head, you slave (Woo, woo)
Do a show and invite her on the stage (Hey)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the b*tch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won't need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, b*tch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
Your Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nikes
I done left you for years, this sh*t still the same, I see
For now, I ain't standin' no Nikes (Oh-oh-oh)
My b*tch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces
Your Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nikes
I done left you for years, this sh*t still the same, I see
For now, I ain't standin' no Nikes (Oh-oh-oh)
My b*tch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces