ICE AGE (FEAT. TRAVIS SCOTT)
Don Toliver
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ICE AGE (FEAT. TRAVIS SCOTT) Song LyricsMm, mm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mm (yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Still put my address in like I don't know where I stay
She know my phone number, but how she think I'm Mike Jones
Why I had to put it down in the ice age?
Where I'm from, you come through late, you don't do that alone
You brought that face out the boondocks, how long did that take?
With your dog, she can't go left, be with 'em right or wrong
Everybody 'round me top five, come to my space (space)
Everybody high like sci-fi up in my space (space)
When we disconnect the Wi-Fi (ah-ah)
Up the hill, it's over drastic
I hope you gassed it, I'm over-gassed, you crashed it
The last one elasted, tried to find real in plastic
Them other hoes is mass thick
Way you rock the classics, classic, bomb, bombastic
The setup of the dynasty is looking dynastic
You know the Don nasty
The Mudboy's nasty, you know the Jack nasty, you know the- (know the)
You know that Fay' nasty, you know the CHASE (know the CHASE)
You know the CHASE nasty, you know my place (place)
My place is like the afties, that's word to Niel (word to Niel)
I'm a knight off in the night, ain't gotta kneel (nah)
One night with me, was the tea, but don't you spill (ah)
Though that body fake, baby, keep it real
If he hit, don't give him nun like the church
And come to my player's club, I'm Dollar Bill
Still put my address in like I don't know where I stay
She know my phone number, but how she think I'm Mike Jones
Why I had to put it down in the ice age?
Where I'm from, you come through late, you don't do that alone
You brought that face out the boondocks, how long did that take?
With your dog, she can't go left, be with 'em right or wrong
Everybody 'round me top five, come to my space (space)
Everybody high like sci-fi up in my space (space)
When we disconnect the Wi-Fi
In the 713, I'm fazed
I say, "Can I get you up for? Hey
Can I get you up in the city?"
My girl in here, baby girl in here
We throwin' it good, okay, keep throwin' the air (throwin' the air)
Throwin' it back, okay, you're doin' your best
Swing to the hood when you need some help
Handlebars, she on my handlebars
She like the finer things and all my candy cars
Throwin' it back, okay, you're doin' your best (doin' your-)
Swing to the hood when you need some help (need some-)
I'm in the Continental, got her dancin'
Sip pineapple, bitch candy (yup)
Quarter million dollars, got 'em fancy (yeah)
Two hundred on the dash, don't chance it
Gotta leave the song on, it's your song, babe
H-Town, hold it down, yeah, you goin' crazy
See you in there, baby, you know you in here faded
Know you in here faded
Know you in here faded
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