เนื้อเพลง Icey Dicey - Tory Lanez

Man I f*ck every b*tch ion Toronto
Loud party in my condo
I got tissue deep in
It's like easter spring in Montana
F*cked up but I'm still dry
F*cked up but I'm still dry
Now I'm playing that she joking
Where the f*ck is my real drive
I'm air dropping she pill popping
Make black balling I'm still dropping
And I'm toned up on that rail stop
And the swap boys never will stop
5'9 and she found some
Baddest f*ck but you find too
My pocket know I am flying too
And I make a chick break a chick
Lake down and give her d*ck
Long in the night with your baby like
We're trying to get at your lady
It's only hopping step in
Ladies don't stop let me get guac
In the room like just let me get top
Pay me to f*ck me b*tch tell me to guac
We got them b*tches a penny a pop
Pennies will pop then they got drop
Man I'm on top n*gga don't stop
God don't know where them blamers gonna pop
I say damn I wreck it like Hannibal Lector
Back on my solid this animal setting
Acting no anger just hang me to thank
Back off the thing and leave chesses like checkers
Flashes don't even come check on my checks
Pay low and I bailout
We'd be talking, that's pain up
Four car I'm sitting tall
It's so hard just to lay low
What's wrong with my wrist?
Eyeball, eyelids
Chico mi kaki cause she can't s*ck my d*ck
It's too bad I'm too fly
How was your girl?
How was your girl?
Two words uuu a
Come tell my n*ggas who's up?
Drinking liquor with my n*ggas
Wifing down on like granny holes
I know that I might get caught
But sh*t n*gga there's plenty more
Endlessly we can get brought up on Hennessy
Roll up and twist in the remedy
F*cking with b*tches that's 20
They look like 20 telling you

Calling as she know
Call as she close
She be wanting all
She f*ck with my...
Me I'm trying to cut cut close
She gone making payments if I think...
And I might let her f*ck
I might let her f*ck
I might let her f*ck
I might let her f*ck

Man what the f*ck's wrong with these hoes, bro?
King sh*t no cobra
Got a sling clip no shoulder
Strap on a n*gga don't stop
Back on a n*gga back home
Like post up I'm in a row trap
Ghost riding hitting folks less
My n*gga Jay shining with the gold cuffs
Like this sh*t, damn n*gga I'm this sh*t
Cold bin like damn n*gga I'm sea sick
Sea slick on that g sh*t
I got a whip calling and my brae slip
Hating hard and you ain't my dog
Why you all on that lee sh*t?
G6 paint flies Jay's on plain flights
Cut you late I hit you dang twice
Man for the frame I've been the same nights
When a damn title with your name right
What your frame like?
They flaming I'm drunk driving
Get off my d*ck... playing right? Right
And I'm so on and I'm all on
Got the main light on the main street
In the daylight with my chain bright
Got a dang right...
It ain't right but I do it though
Acting like you got all that bread
It ain't like you got too much dough
Where you go with all that head?
I ain't up for talking I know
Shorty like my features so
I'd be swing on double D
I got hoses that is my features
Some 44 for them...
These shorties know I got heaters
But all you hear is like beepers
Put all my...
All that sh*t just between them
She pillow bite like she teething
I hear major breaks I'm like genius
Chain my double for time
Your b*tch is still calling
I dig her like we ain't got women
See I like women spicy like they came
So if I put for longer

Then I'll be f*cking that model
She'd be all day long she f*ck with my club
Me I'm tryint to cut cut close
She gone making payments if I think...
And I might let her f*ck
I might let her f*ck
I might let her f*ck
I might let her f*ck

Come my n*gga Jay got dough
Got this block...
If you're looking for your b*tch
She on top of our d*cks
This all yours...
Meet a bad b*tch I might let her f*ck
You know what I'm saying
You can't just f*ck me for free
I might let you f*ck baby