Ice Cubes Lyrics

Bitch didn't have my bread

[Verse 1: Chris Crack]
Rocking low dungarees like come and see
They don't want smoke, bitch I'm gungho
Pump long, stash it in the couch at your mama's house
She chocolate but she called me papi
I'm not just ?, we was bumping before we walked in
Clock my speed at a thousand
You can't tally my mileage, I'm going all out
Call out for help cause you was drowning
Got lost in the sauce
I can't call it formaldehyde and embalming
I started this whole problem of
Not replying to e-mails, f*cking on rapper's mamas
I'm sorry to be so graphic, nobody asking for salads
They want beef, drum beats and snare kicks
Get into this rare shit, Chris Spencer stay with a rare bitch
See, I'ma pull it like a hairpin, exploding the doja it keep me lifted
I'm up, having prescriptions and they be asking to kick it
Then they flexing on Twitter, it's cool but I don't get it
I be with most of their bitches

[Hook: Big Shep]
I crush yo bitch and gave her back cause I'm a nice dude
I'm a nice guy, cool like ice cubes
She called me, she give me brain at night, I call that night school
I got hoes on the song, I'm like nice suits
I got hot at 16 like a high school
And I bust yo ass in two, can call that flight school
Ice water in my veins, I'm like ice cubes
America Most Wanted, nigga, I'm like Ice Cube [Verse 2: Vic Spencer]
The passenger's asking me dumb ass questions
Keep your bum ass suggestions, I don't f*ck with y'all
Y'all got a A+ for sucking balls
Leave your ass blind in your house, left you touching walls
There's levels to this, barricade an organization
Fortify, fornicating, now open wide
Niggas scared to come inside
I know niggas that can't ride unless the gun inside
Even in the roller coaster, soap and rope choked ya
Elope with money, divorced with the childhood when I smile
That mean I'm pissed off, never wear my pants like Kriss Kross
Iceberg cause the shit cost, I'm the big homie
I tell them little niggas to get lost before I hang ya
When I was young, I used to talk to strangers
Either way I had to hawk or bang ya
Choose your option, bitch, either way a nigga got you
I laughed when I saw you on the IG, I'm spotting you, bitch

[Hook]

[Outro: Vic Spencer]
Riding good, sliding good
Gripping wood grain
Wood stains, look man, the book came with kush strains
I'm the same OG, genuine with ice cubes
You missed the shot, nice try, dude
Beat the case, ate fried fool
All I need is the flavors of all the high ?, bitch
Chris Spencer in suspenders, no pretending in linen
Grinning with all the rappers' women, ooh

[Hook]

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