Ice Lyrics

Ice, Ice, Ice, All These Chandeleirs (x8)

I feel like superman flying thru these glaciers
I serve sniffers
And I serve tweakers
Is it a sin servin' dope to your preacher
Started off small with 20's in my sneakers
I got the new new
I got the that blue blue
Or that tan or that clear
See right thru
Long pierce sharps
Tweak money large
Graveyard time you better not catch a charge
Pipehead told me
Can you please front me G
I ain't really got no money
But I just want a tweak
Took a hit from the pipe
I've been up for a week
Then come back and shop when you got my money

Ice, Ice, Ice All These Chandeliers (x8) Hundred for a gram
If you want that tweak tweak
16 ounces move em' by the OZ
f*ck the police
It was code for 13
Put it on the block
And you can really see
Your money double up
Your money triple up
Some use four papers
Some use light blocks
Man those white folks love smoking out the pipe
And I love the money
So im staying up all night
Tweaker robbin' stores
He just want a chandelier
Sucking dick for the tweak
She just want a chandelier
3.5 for two hundred for a ball of chandeliers
Got me in the trap spot like all these chandelier

Ice, Ice, Ice All The Chandeliers (x8)

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