Iced Out di*k lyrics

[Intro: Lil Phag]
Ooo, Lil Phag
Lil Phag, Lil Phag, Lil Phag...

[Verse 1: Lil Phag]
Lil Phag pull up in the Coupe with your man
Talkin' mad sh*t but your b*tch is a fan
Skip the whole line then I pop me a xan
Dr Woke cook beats like a chef with a pan
Your man say straight but he go both ways
Gave him a bar and he gave me brain
Juggling my balls like Cirque du Soleil
He told me don't tell, but it's too late
He wants this di*k cause I'm too paid
White stain on his shirt like toothpaste
Played your man like 2K
Gucci flip flops no shoe lace

[Chorus: Lil Phag]
Iced out wrist
Lil Phag came and stole your b*tch
Iced out wrist, iced out di*k
Lil Phag came and stole your b*tch
Iced out wrist, iced out di*k
Lil Phag came and stole your b*tch
Iced out wrist, iced out di*k
Lil Phag came and stole your b*tch
[Verse 2: Dr Woke]
Dr Woke waking up in your b*tch
Grinding all up on my amethyst
I got c*ck for the Chakra alignment
My crystals imported, my quartz are the finest
Wanna f*ck cause she feeling my aura
Bending over like he doing yoga
Catch me out in another dimension
I'm busting a nut call that astral projection, like woo
I'm woke and all you b*tches stay broke
Blow your money on coke
While I'm buying Gucci fur coats
Kombucha all in my throat
Essential oils, let's go
I'm elevated and hella faded
When I pull up in that ghost

[Chorus: Lil Phag]
Iced out wrist, iced out di*k
Lil Phag came and stole your b*tch
Iced out wrist, iced out di*k
Lil Phag came and stole your b*tch
Iced out wrist, iced out di*k
Lil Phag came and stole your b*tch
Iced out wrist, iced out di*k
Lil Phag came and stole your b*tch
[Verse 3: cupcakKe]
pus*y gonna cream like whip, yeah
Keep it on the low, mouth zipped, yeah
f*ck him for the money and the tip, yeah
I don't ride for free, no lip trip, yeah
Gave him the cookie so he gave me his empire
b*tch I am feeling like a pimp, yeah
pus*y so wet my panties say caution
The di*k might f*ck around and slip, yeah
b*tch I'm in my bag like Lays
pus*y colder than ice age (you know it)
Twat sweeter than Kool-Aid (ooh)
pus*y tight like new braids (that's tight)
Let him put it on me
Ride just like a pony
Yeah it's wetter than Kony
Now his mouth getting foamy
His di*k kind of lonely
So the pus*y is his homey
Call his di*k frosted flakes
Cause it's colder than Tony

[Chorus: Lil Phag]
Iced out wrist, iced out di*k
Lil Phag came and stole your b*tch
Iced out wrist, iced out di*k
Lil Phag came and stole your b*tch
Iced out wrist, iced out di*k
Lil Phag came and stole your b*tch
Iced out wrist, iced out di*k
Lil Phag came and stole your b*tch