When I'm in your, uh
When I'm in your town, see me gone off the ice, man
Jugg with the right hand, clean wrist, Sprite, man
Look like Tyson, rich like Mike, man
Bitch on fly, man, six rings, Iceland
She gone and flipping the dough
She sprung, she stuck on the floor
Her eyes, they roll over
Stacks all on my floor
She don't want nothing but dro
Back in the whip and let's go
I get the cash and I go
Your love was all on my phone, Lean
When I'm in your town, see me gone off that ice, man
Jugg with the right hand, clean wrist, Sprite, man
Look like Tyson, rich like Mike, man
Bitch on fly, man, six rings, Iceland
When I'm in your town, I got bags of the stacks and
Frost on the cake, man, big time sticks and
Work with the left hand, chains on ten fans
Look like ice and you small-time mice, man
I go and switch up my flow
Drugs all on the stove
Bags filled with the blow
Leaves falling down slow
I pick the frost then I'm froze
No new friends and no new clones
Living on stage, I'm alone
Flipping and tripping my walls
Your love was all on my phone
Still posted up by the stove
Stacks and lean my cologne
Dropping and picking up dough
Your love was all on my phone
Stacks and lean my cologne
Dropping and picking up dough
Still posted up by the stove
When I'm in your town, see me gone off that ice, man
Jugg with the right hand, clean wrist, Sprite, man
Look like Tyson, rich like Mike, man
Bitch on fly, man, six rings, Iceland
She gone and flipping the dough
She sprung, she stuck on the floor
Her eyes, they roll over
Stacks all on my floor
She don't want nothing but dro
Back in the whip and let's go
I get the cash and I go
Your love was all on my phone, Lean
Iceman Video (MV)
Performed By: Yung Lean
Length: 3:14
Written by: Axel Tufvesson, Carl-Mikael Berlander, Jonatan Leandoer Hastad, Ludwig Tomas Walther Rosenberg
Yung Lean - Iceman Lyrics
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When I'm in your, uh
When I'm in your town, see me gone off the ice, man
Jugg with the right hand, clean wrist, Sprite, man
Look like Tyson, rich like Mike, man
Bitch on fly, man, six rings, Iceland
She gone and flipping the dough
She sprung, she stuck on the floor
Her eyes, they roll over
Stacks all on my floor
She don't want nothing but dro
Back in the whip and let's go
I get the cash and I go
Your love was all on my phone, Lean
When I'm in your town, see me gone off that ice, man
Jugg with the right hand, clean wrist, Sprite, man
Look like Tyson, rich like Mike, man
Bitch on fly, man, six rings, Iceland
When I'm in your town, I got bags of the stacks and
Frost on the cake, man, big time sticks and
Work with the left hand, chains on ten fans
Look like ice and you small-time mice, man
I go and switch up my flow
Drugs all on the stove
Bags filled with the blow
Leaves falling down slow
I pick the frost then I'm froze
No new friends and no new clones
Living on stage, I'm alone
Flipping and tripping my walls
Your love was all on my phone
Still posted up by the stove
Stacks and lean my cologne
Dropping and picking up dough
Your love was all on my phone
Stacks and lean my cologne
Dropping and picking up dough
Still posted up by the stove
When I'm in your town, see me gone off that ice, man
Jugg with the right hand, clean wrist, Sprite, man
Look like Tyson, rich like Mike, man
Bitch on fly, man, six rings, Iceland
She gone and flipping the dough
She sprung, she stuck on the floor
Her eyes, they roll over
Stacks all on my floor
She don't want nothing but dro
Back in the whip and let's go
I get the cash and I go
Your love was all on my phone, Lean
When I'm in your town, see me gone off the ice, man
Jugg with the right hand, clean wrist, Sprite, man
Look like Tyson, rich like Mike, man
Bitch on fly, man, six rings, Iceland
She gone and flipping the dough
She sprung, she stuck on the floor
Her eyes, they roll over
Stacks all on my floor
She don't want nothing but dro
Back in the whip and let's go
I get the cash and I go
Your love was all on my phone, Lean
When I'm in your town, see me gone off that ice, man
Jugg with the right hand, clean wrist, Sprite, man
Look like Tyson, rich like Mike, man
Bitch on fly, man, six rings, Iceland
When I'm in your town, I got bags of the stacks and
Frost on the cake, man, big time sticks and
Work with the left hand, chains on ten fans
Look like ice and you small-time mice, man
I go and switch up my flow
Drugs all on the stove
Bags filled with the blow
Leaves falling down slow
I pick the frost then I'm froze
No new friends and no new clones
Living on stage, I'm alone
Flipping and tripping my walls
Your love was all on my phone
Still posted up by the stove
Stacks and lean my cologne
Dropping and picking up dough
Your love was all on my phone
Stacks and lean my cologne
Dropping and picking up dough
Still posted up by the stove
When I'm in your town, see me gone off that ice, man
Jugg with the right hand, clean wrist, Sprite, man
Look like Tyson, rich like Mike, man
Bitch on fly, man, six rings, Iceland
She gone and flipping the dough
She sprung, she stuck on the floor
Her eyes, they roll over
Stacks all on my floor
She don't want nothing but dro
Back in the whip and let's go
I get the cash and I go
Your love was all on my phone, Lean
Writer: Axel Tufvesson, Carl-Mikael Berlander, Jonatan Leandoer Hastad, Ludwig Tomas Walther Rosenberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC