ICE~COLD J@CK FRO$t - Poppin' Hot Fish Grease, Pt. 1 Lyrics

This shit crazy, bitch talk shit every time she leave, she still pays me
Gotta wake her up, she kinda lazy, shake her a few times, ayy baby, get up for work, c'mon
Did you post your ad, it's time to bump up Niggas talkin' shit until I bump'em
Niggas be talkin' shit until I see'em See you, don't wanna be you

What's up with that talkin' brody? I'm bout to walk him down brody
This nigga trippin', must've thought I was just talkin' on IG or somethin
Pussy, you don't really want no problems Guess what, I be type of come solve'em
Geeky, when it come to that Gleeky See you off in dem streets

And that's when she gets icky, sticky, picky Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Is that your hoe? Oh, she's my new toe Knocked him off, he ain't take the news all that good
Out there and they want some problems Bitch nigga, you don't really want no problems
Cause I know that shit you talkin' Really don't be addin' up

That shit ain't addin' up You ain't got no money out that hoe
C'mon P, I'm the realist one they wanna be Every time I pop out, it's like WooooW
Girl, you see that? Who the f*ck is that nigga? That's Ice Cold, (bitch you know him?)
That's Ice Cold, from his head to his toes Every time he step out, you know he gettin' chose

Catch me on the strip, this Frost Vegas Lotta niggas playas, most them niggas haters
Every time I'm out, it's like a spectacle in this bitch
I just be talkin' my shit
They sayin' a nigga be rappin' or whatever, then I don't know, I don't know what the f*ck

I don't know, I don't know what to say, bitch
Really downin' around about this shit, man It's in my motherf*ckin' DNA, bitch
That part, rechoosin' season