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Joey Trap - ICEMAN Lyrics



Joey Trap - ICEMAN Lyrics




Nah, not in there, it's in the back
Yeah, That one
Pour up nigga

Diamonds got me in the freezer I'm the ice, man

Had to put the chicken in the oven, it get cold when it's in my hand
Nigga, I could bag your shorty, out in public looking swole while I'm counting bands ,
What's a hundred thousand to a real rich nigga, bitch, it's in the pan
Nigga, I just seen her turn into a fiend, sold her soul, just to get a gram

Nigga, I live out in Cali, but I flew out to Miami, just to get a tan

Not scared of covid where a mask, but just to hide my face
She says she love me to the bay, I think we need more space
Wanna marry me, I said she need to slow her pace

I hate to break to you, baby, I got M's to chase
In and out the bank, I'm walking with a limp, I need my brace
Hop out the lamb, the police always trying to stop and chase
Way behind me, best be glad this never was no race

Fiends hopping on the roof, bitch, the trap
Fiends hopping on the roof, bitch, the trap jumping
I just hit my migo, said I'm low, he said don't worry, bro, I got something
Bricks of white like flour in the kitchen, on God, these some good muffins

Police trying to listen, gotta use code words so they can't touch them

Diamonds got me in the freezer on an Iceman
Had to put the chicken in the oven, it get cold when it's in my hand
I could bag your shorty out in public looking swole while I'm counting bands

What's a hunnid thow to a real nigga, bitch, it's in the pan
I can make a chicken start bricking nigga they know I'm the birdman
How you figure you gon' get rich, nigga, you ain't even got a plan

You ain't even got a plan
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Nah, not in there, it's in the back
Yeah, That one
Pour up nigga

Diamonds got me in the freezer I'm the ice, man

Had to put the chicken in the oven, it get cold when it's in my hand
Nigga, I could bag your shorty, out in public looking swole while I'm counting bands ,
What's a hundred thousand to a real rich nigga, bitch, it's in the pan
Nigga, I just seen her turn into a fiend, sold her soul, just to get a gram

Nigga, I live out in Cali, but I flew out to Miami, just to get a tan

Not scared of covid where a mask, but just to hide my face
She says she love me to the bay, I think we need more space
Wanna marry me, I said she need to slow her pace

I hate to break to you, baby, I got M's to chase
In and out the bank, I'm walking with a limp, I need my brace
Hop out the lamb, the police always trying to stop and chase
Way behind me, best be glad this never was no race

Fiends hopping on the roof, bitch, the trap
Fiends hopping on the roof, bitch, the trap jumping
I just hit my migo, said I'm low, he said don't worry, bro, I got something
Bricks of white like flour in the kitchen, on God, these some good muffins

Police trying to listen, gotta use code words so they can't touch them

Diamonds got me in the freezer on an Iceman
Had to put the chicken in the oven, it get cold when it's in my hand
I could bag your shorty out in public looking swole while I'm counting bands

What's a hunnid thow to a real nigga, bitch, it's in the pan
I can make a chicken start bricking nigga they know I'm the birdman
How you figure you gon' get rich, nigga, you ain't even got a plan

You ain't even got a plan
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Writer: JUSTIN KIRKPATRICK
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