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Icy Hot (Back Up) Video (MV)




Performed By: ArtistRah
Length: 3:08
Written by: Mariah Brown




ArtistRah - Icy Hot (Back Up) Lyrics




Straight from the Midwest
The very best

Icy hot upon my wrist so wet I'm with the clique
Drippin' drippin' drippin'
Emo-natured diamonds red
I run the game go warm the bench
Smoking pot don't get me pissed
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up little b*t
Icy hit upon my wrist so wet I'm with the clique
Drippin' drippin' drippin'
Emo-natured diamonds red
I run the game go warm the bench
Smoking pot don't get me pissed
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up little b*t

Gory plot I'm killin' it
Game of Thrones on Season 6
N*ggas p*ssy, I'm convinced
Smell like p*ssy, got the stench
Oh you ratchet, I'm a wrench
Two to tango, I don't dance
Man I'm straight, don't get me bent
Blowin' smoke, you tryna vent
From the dirt, played in the trench
Killing sh*t I must repent
Cannot be more til you Seymore
Little shop of Horrors
I came out the whip fresh and clean
You in the car wash
I got bars to build a cell
You might need to borrow
I don't have no sorrow
I don't have no sympathy
'Cause b*tches ain't sh*t
And n*ggas never meant a thing to me
I only like that thing in me
F*ck I look like, N*gga, please
Back up, back up, back up
Back up from me, jeez

Icy hit upon my wrist so wet I'm with the clique
Drippin' drippin' drippin'
Emo-natured diamonds red
I run the game go warm the bench
Smoking pot don't get me pissed
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up little b*t
Icy hit upon my wrist so wet I'm with the clique
Drippin' drippin' drippin'
Emo-natured diamonds red
I run the game go warm the bench
Smoking pot don't get me pissed
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up little b*t

I ain't pressed but yes my dress is
Attire fire and Ralph can't guess this
N*gga I'm on guest lists and my a** still waiting on besos
I pull up with the shoes and the sweats
Don't give no f*cks about no dress code
Send the address and the zipcode
And get a clip load
Tip-toeing in my Jordans
Hold a big fist up for the army
And as i lift my wrist up
I see icy, I see icy, Icy hot upon it
Almost thought that I was bleedin'
Gahdamn I'm in a dream
And when I wake up
My wrist it still DING!

Icy hit upon my wrist so wet I'm with the clique
Drippin' drippin' drippin'
Emo-natured diamonds red
I run the game go warm the bench
Smoking pot don't get me pissed
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up little b*t
Icy hit upon my wrist so wet I'm with the clique
Drippin' drippin' drippin'
Emo-natured diamonds red
I run the game go warm the bench
Smoking pot don't get me pissed
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up little b*t

You already know I'm too icy for this track
Lay it down, lay it down
All the way to the ground
6 feet under

RahRah
What it do, boo?
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Straight from the Midwest
The very best

Icy hot upon my wrist so wet I'm with the clique
Drippin' drippin' drippin'
Emo-natured diamonds red
I run the game go warm the bench
Smoking pot don't get me pissed
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up little b*t
Icy hit upon my wrist so wet I'm with the clique
Drippin' drippin' drippin'
Emo-natured diamonds red
I run the game go warm the bench
Smoking pot don't get me pissed
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up little b*t

Gory plot I'm killin' it
Game of Thrones on Season 6
N*ggas p*ssy, I'm convinced
Smell like p*ssy, got the stench
Oh you ratchet, I'm a wrench
Two to tango, I don't dance
Man I'm straight, don't get me bent
Blowin' smoke, you tryna vent
From the dirt, played in the trench
Killing sh*t I must repent
Cannot be more til you Seymore
Little shop of Horrors
I came out the whip fresh and clean
You in the car wash
I got bars to build a cell
You might need to borrow
I don't have no sorrow
I don't have no sympathy
'Cause b*tches ain't sh*t
And n*ggas never meant a thing to me
I only like that thing in me
F*ck I look like, N*gga, please
Back up, back up, back up
Back up from me, jeez

Icy hit upon my wrist so wet I'm with the clique
Drippin' drippin' drippin'
Emo-natured diamonds red
I run the game go warm the bench
Smoking pot don't get me pissed
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up little b*t
Icy hit upon my wrist so wet I'm with the clique
Drippin' drippin' drippin'
Emo-natured diamonds red
I run the game go warm the bench
Smoking pot don't get me pissed
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up little b*t

I ain't pressed but yes my dress is
Attire fire and Ralph can't guess this
N*gga I'm on guest lists and my a** still waiting on besos
I pull up with the shoes and the sweats
Don't give no f*cks about no dress code
Send the address and the zipcode
And get a clip load
Tip-toeing in my Jordans
Hold a big fist up for the army
And as i lift my wrist up
I see icy, I see icy, Icy hot upon it
Almost thought that I was bleedin'
Gahdamn I'm in a dream
And when I wake up
My wrist it still DING!

Icy hit upon my wrist so wet I'm with the clique
Drippin' drippin' drippin'
Emo-natured diamonds red
I run the game go warm the bench
Smoking pot don't get me pissed
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up little b*t
Icy hit upon my wrist so wet I'm with the clique
Drippin' drippin' drippin'
Emo-natured diamonds red
I run the game go warm the bench
Smoking pot don't get me pissed
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up little b*t

You already know I'm too icy for this track
Lay it down, lay it down
All the way to the ground
6 feet under

RahRah
What it do, boo?
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Writer: Mariah Brown
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