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Rob Salute - ICE Lyrics



Rob Salute - ICE Lyrics




Dimes in my eyes when I flex (Yeah)
Know I pay respect to ex (Eh)
Look at me like I'm legend (Yeah)
Humble it up for my reverend (Eh)

It's just me and the boys that's my squad we comin' on top (Yeah, yeah)
The cream of the crop, we never flop rockin' the block (Rockin' the block)
It's seven, seven, all sevens yeah we blessed a lot (We blessed a lot)
'Cause it's seven, seven, all sevens yeah we blessed a lot (Seven, seven)
We got the ice, we got the drip, up in your sitch (Yeah, yeah)
Feelin' the wave, feelin' the wave, feelin' the wave (Feelin' the wsh)
We got the ice, we got the drip, up in your sitch (Up in your sitch)
Feelin' the wave, feelin' the wave, feelin' the (Eh, yeah)

Chillin' with wifey with her for life G lowe all these hype beasts (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on my own ting here with my boys from Big B to Mikey (Yeah, yeah)
If I see six, control and shift, might have to dip (Might have to dip)
Yeah if I see six, might have to, might have to dip (Ah mmm)

We in the mix, flickin' the wrist, feelin' the bliss (Flick, flick)
Up in my zone, vibin' the flows, look at the glow (Look at the glow)
You know how it goes ridin' around in my home (Yeah)
You know how it goes ridin' around in my home

Momma was payin' that rent for like two, three yards on the low (On the low)
Uncle on the brown swear he'd do a madness for a bill like woah (Rah, like woah)
Bro had the ting in the pouch that I swear I beg he'd never show (Beggin', beggin')
And I been in the lab cookin' up for the youts so they know there's hope (Eh, eh)

I been feelin' lit for these bits and I owe it to the Lord, yeah we major
(To the Lord yeah we major)
I got that juice with the truth and you know I do it all for the haters (All for the haters)
I be livin' high, they just want the plastic girls and the paper (Plastic girls and the paper)
That's not me, man I had to bin those ways, I had to shape up

Dimes in my eyes when I flex (Yeah)
Know I pay respect to ex (Eh)
Look at me like I'm legend (Yeah)
Humble it up for my reverend (Eh)

It's just me and the boys that's my squad we comin' on top (Yeah, yeah)
The cream of the crop, we never flop rockin' the block (Rockin' the block)
It's seven, seven, all sevens yeah we blessed a lot (We blessed a lot)
'Cause it's seven, seven, all sevens yeah we blessed a lot (Seven, seven)
We got the ice, we got the drip, up in your sitch (Yeah, yeah)
Feelin' the wave, feelin' the wave, feelin' the wave (Feelin' the wsh)
We got the ice, we got the drip, up in your sitch (Up in your sitch)
Feelin' the wave, feelin' the wave, feelin' the (Eh, yeah)
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Dimes in my eyes when I flex (Yeah)
Know I pay respect to ex (Eh)
Look at me like I'm legend (Yeah)
Humble it up for my reverend (Eh)

It's just me and the boys that's my squad we comin' on top (Yeah, yeah)
The cream of the crop, we never flop rockin' the block (Rockin' the block)
It's seven, seven, all sevens yeah we blessed a lot (We blessed a lot)
'Cause it's seven, seven, all sevens yeah we blessed a lot (Seven, seven)
We got the ice, we got the drip, up in your sitch (Yeah, yeah)
Feelin' the wave, feelin' the wave, feelin' the wave (Feelin' the wsh)
We got the ice, we got the drip, up in your sitch (Up in your sitch)
Feelin' the wave, feelin' the wave, feelin' the (Eh, yeah)

Chillin' with wifey with her for life G lowe all these hype beasts (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on my own ting here with my boys from Big B to Mikey (Yeah, yeah)
If I see six, control and shift, might have to dip (Might have to dip)
Yeah if I see six, might have to, might have to dip (Ah mmm)

We in the mix, flickin' the wrist, feelin' the bliss (Flick, flick)
Up in my zone, vibin' the flows, look at the glow (Look at the glow)
You know how it goes ridin' around in my home (Yeah)
You know how it goes ridin' around in my home

Momma was payin' that rent for like two, three yards on the low (On the low)
Uncle on the brown swear he'd do a madness for a bill like woah (Rah, like woah)
Bro had the ting in the pouch that I swear I beg he'd never show (Beggin', beggin')
And I been in the lab cookin' up for the youts so they know there's hope (Eh, eh)

I been feelin' lit for these bits and I owe it to the Lord, yeah we major
(To the Lord yeah we major)
I got that juice with the truth and you know I do it all for the haters (All for the haters)
I be livin' high, they just want the plastic girls and the paper (Plastic girls and the paper)
That's not me, man I had to bin those ways, I had to shape up

Dimes in my eyes when I flex (Yeah)
Know I pay respect to ex (Eh)
Look at me like I'm legend (Yeah)
Humble it up for my reverend (Eh)

It's just me and the boys that's my squad we comin' on top (Yeah, yeah)
The cream of the crop, we never flop rockin' the block (Rockin' the block)
It's seven, seven, all sevens yeah we blessed a lot (We blessed a lot)
'Cause it's seven, seven, all sevens yeah we blessed a lot (Seven, seven)
We got the ice, we got the drip, up in your sitch (Yeah, yeah)
Feelin' the wave, feelin' the wave, feelin' the wave (Feelin' the wsh)
We got the ice, we got the drip, up in your sitch (Up in your sitch)
Feelin' the wave, feelin' the wave, feelin' the (Eh, yeah)
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Writer: Robert Aros
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