Smino, Valee - KRUSHED ICE lyrics

Crushed ice, slushy charm
Where you get it? It's a one of one
Crushed ice fuckin' up your peripheral
Crushed uh, clear

I like I like fuckin' two
Girls at the same time
Same time, and she go crazy for the bassline
Bassline, she got Apple Bottom
Give me FaceTime
Face time, livin' right now, can't erase time
Nigga like me never really ever waste time
Unless I lost the Piguet
I fucked her in my bunk bed
The bus shake and we bump heads
I met her right off Sunset
Then fucked her 'til the sun rose
No bum hoes, we don't want those

I like mixin' Don Julio with pine, pine
Pom-pom, shake it, it's amazing, lil' baby
Poke it out she fuck with the Squidward
She gave me 'Kini Bottom (Mr squidward)
Hoes fall like autumn
Think I'm so damn awesome
I think I'm finna move out there by Bron Bron
Cop a new Jeep, new freak, some new sheets
Thread count 2003, Forces from 2006
I never trust a lousy plug
I never love a childish bitch
That's just somethin' that I learned
Voulez-vous cou', don't lay up
If she ain't my boo, I'm ghost, that's Raina
Young bloke, throw on my trainers
Then ball out, Elgin Baylor
Good bread like Belgian waffles
My bread and my bitch colossal

I like I like fuckin' two
Girls at the same time
Same time, and she go crazy for the bassline
Bassline, she got Apple Bottom
Give me FaceTime
Face time, livin' right now, can't erase time
Nigga like me never really ever waste time
Unless I lost the Piguet
I fucked her in my bunk bed
The bus shake and we bump heads
I met her right off Sunset
Then fucked her 'til the sun rose
No bum hoes, we don't want those

I got a new bad bitch and
She finna let me fuck her
I did that with no liquor
My four door is on offset
I am a pothole misser, I fucked that bitch
And ditch her
My Balmain need a hand stitcher, yeah
I pop Percocet
No itchin' and it's no ice in my Hi Tech
I'm smokin' some exotic
It's stronger than my bicep
My coupe louder than Wyclef
It's been two days since I slept
It's Gucci 'round my tricep
My bitch wasted as I
I put dope inside my Backwood and you
Smell it 'fore I lit it
Got pulled over, I hit it
No clear coat on it is it?
You rock knockoff, this isn't
I've got designer linen
I'm bendin' corners in coupe
It's two bitches in it

I like I like fuckin' two
Girls at the same time ice in my Hi Tech
I'm smokin' some exotic
It's stronger than my bicep
My coupe louder than Wyclef
It's been two days since I slept
It's Gucci 'round my tricep, my bitch wasted