Lul Icey, Babyface Ray - Icey Baby lyrics

Big Frozen Soul shit, It's Young Icey Baby
I got bags on top of bags, yeah
I got bags on top of bags, I went shopping
Been about it, and I'm still 'bout it
I'm a real nigga, fuck how you feel about it
Lost in the mud, trying to pull a deal out it
I heard about the devil
But a nigga still in Prada
Thick lil bitch, Triple S Balenciagas
Bad lil bitch, nothing but a pill popper
Gave it to her once
She want to tell the world about us

I'm into Canada, not from Canada
I'm from the six
City boy, baby girl, I'm from the sticks
Eight milligram route
I ain't been the same sense
I'm getting flips, made the car jump a fence
Broke bitch mad at me
Came through drunk her rent
I been around it, I ain't never had shit
That's why I'm acting like a nigga
Who ain't never had shit
She want to buy a nigga something
Just because I swag shit
I'm always thinking crime
I know how the bag flip grab the duck tape
I want to see the mag flip
Running around broke
Nigga need his ass kicked
Everyday I tell myself this my last sip

I got bags on top of bags, I went shopping
Been about it, and I'm still 'bout it
I'm a real nigga, fuck how you feel about it
Lost in the mud, trying to pull a deal out it
I heard about the devil
But a nigga still in Prada
Thick lil bitch, Triple S Balenciagas
Bad lil bitch, nothing but a pill popper
Gave it to her once
She want to tell the world about us

Rich bitch spoiled by her dad
She been rotten i'm a legend in my city
But I'm still dropping
This coat cost fifteen
Cause it's real ostrich
The ops think it's squashed
But I'm still plotting
Ran up a bag, made them mad just jogging
Rolex don't even tick, it be tocking
Bad bitch good for my image, so toxic
Bad bitch good for my image, so toxic
Projects to palm trees, Vlone Palm Angels
I got it off the strength
Jorgon Von Strangle
If I had started off like this
Would you have got my angle
If I had started with these strips
Would you have got my angle
My kryptonite a broke bitch
I got gucci on my toes
Got versace on my robe
I'm big slime I talk in codes bitch
I got another show, so I gotta hit the road

I got bags on top of bags, I went shopping
Been about it, and I'm still 'bout it
I'm a real nigga, fuck how you feel about it
Lost in the mud, trying to pull a deal out it
I heard about the devil
But a nigga still in Prada
Thick lil bitch, Triple S Balenciagas
Bad lil bitch, nothing but a pill popper
Gave it to her once
She want to tell the world about us

Jump in, turn the lights on
Diamonds start jumping
I got caught cheating
Said that was my cousin
Gotta run a check up, so I punched in
Trap star get on the pop and punch it
I won't fuck unless I got something to nut in
Bro gave me the strap and I bussed it
Bro gave me the strap and I bussed it
She gon' give me brain in the morning
I'm getting rich with the gang
I was poor with it's Young Icey Baby