Icy I-C-Y
• Written by Icy_Rain
Hatin’-ass hoes get clowned by me
I’m so dope, make a K-9 sit down by me
Stay lit ’cause I live where the spotlight be
Bad bitch, make him spin that block twice for me
Pull up like, “Where the fuck the bag at?”
Broke bitch talkin’, I just point and laugh at that
You won’t see me stuck in traffic, bitch, FastTrak
Sexy white girl, thick thighs, ass fat-fat
Gold on my neck, both wrists stay flashin’
He ain’t got no money, I don’t know what he askin’
I don’t do broke and I don’t do average
If I want that shit, bitch, I go and grab it
I’m S-O, S-O I-C-Y
They say I’m too cold, shit, that might be why
From the North to the South to the Eastside
Yellow Camaro, black stripe, watch me slide
[Hook]
S-O, S-O icy
Wrist game cold, neck look pricey
S-O, S-O icy
White girl turn the whole damn function hyphy
Big bag, big ass, bitch, that’s me
Hatin’-ass hoes get clowned for free
When I hit the room, all eyes on CeCe
Spell that shit out, I-C-Y
[Verse 2]
I ain’t gotta yell, bitch, the pressure speak
Walk through clean, make the whole room peek
She been watchin’ all night, now she studyin’ me
Tell that bitch take notes, tuition ain’t free
I got mouthpiece game and a hustler walk
Bay bitch pretty but I still talk raw
I don’t argue online, I don’t subtweet hoes
If it’s really that deep, bitch, everybody knows
He came with her, still tryna get chose
She lookin’ at me, I’m like, “Girl, control yours”
I don’t want your nigga, but he want this
That ain’t my fault, bitch, tighten your grip
Money on my mind, got motion in reach
Phone stay ringin’ every day of the week
C-E-C-E, put respect on that
Icy Rain season, bitch, remember the tag
[Breakdown]
Who got the bag?
Icy!
Who got ’em mad?
Icy!
Who got the whole damn club yellin’ back?
Icy!
Who pull up clean in that yellow Camaro?
Icy!
Who got the Bay goin’ dumb when it slap?
Icy!
S-O, S-O
Bitch, you know the rest
[Verse 3]
I’m outside, bitch, I ain’t hidin’ from shit
Still pretty, still paid, still talkin’ my shit
Still walk through the door make a bitch feel sick
Still leave with the bag, that’s a hell of a trick
I don’t need validation, I know what I’m worth
Been through enough shit, still came out first
Got ice in my veins and game in my purse
Every time they count me out, I come back worse
Bay in my walk, got slang in my speech
I don’t gotta reach, bitch, the game reach me
If I say it’s mine, then the shit gon’ be
Ain’t no bitch out here doin’ CeCe like CeCe
So when that bass hit hard and the sideshow spin
Throw your S-O, S-O ICY
Icy Rain, AKA CeCe
[Intro]
Icy Rain
CeCe
Bay shit
You already know what time it is
Brrr!
[Hook]
S-O, S-O icy
Wrist game cold, neck look pricey
S-O, S-O icy
White girl turn the whole damn function hyphy
Big bag, big ass, bitch, that’s me
Hatin’-ass hoes get clowned for free
When I hit the room, all eyes on CeCe
Spell that shit out, I-C-Y
I-C-Y!
I-C-Y!
Say it two times when you talk ’bout me
I-C-Y!
I-C-Y!
Bay Area bitch, cold naturally
[Verse 1]
Hatin’-ass hoes get clowned by me
I’m so dope, make a K-9 sit down by me
Stay lit ’cause I live where the spotlight be
Bad bitch, make him spin that block twice for me
Pull up like, “Where the fuck the bag at?”
Broke bitch talkin’, I just point and laugh at that
You won’t see me stuck in traffic, bitch, FastTrak
Sexy white girl, thick thighs, ass fat-fat
Gold on my neck, both wrists stay flashin’
He ain’t got no money, I don’t know what he askin’
I don’t do broke and I don’t do average
If I want that shit, bitch, I go and grab it
I’m S-O, S-O I-C-Y
They say I’m too cold, shit, that might be why
From the North to the South to the Eastside
Yellow Camaro, black stripe, watch me slide
[Hook]
S-O, S-O icy
Wrist game cold, neck look pricey
S-O, S-O icy
White girl turn the whole damn function hyphy
Big bag, big ass, bitch, that’s me
Hatin’-ass hoes get clowned for free
When I hit the room, all eyes on CeCe
Spell that shit out, I-C-Y
[Verse 2]
I ain’t gotta yell, bitch, the pressure speak
Walk through clean, make the whole room peek
She been watchin’ all night, now she studyin’ me
Tell that bitch take notes, tuition ain’t free
I got mouthpiece game and a hustler walk
Bay bitch pretty but I still talk raw
I don’t argue online, I don’t subtweet hoes
If it’s really that deep, bitch, everybody knows
He came with her, still tryna get chose
She lookin’ at me, I’m like, “Girl, control yours”
I don’t want your nigga, but he want this
That ain’t my fault, bitch, tighten your grip
Money on my mind, got motion in reach
Phone stay ringin’ every day of the week
C-E-C-E, put respect on that
Icy Rain season, bitch, remember the tag
[Breakdown]
Who got the bag?
Icy!
Who got ’em mad?
Icy!
Who got the whole damn club yellin’ back?
Icy!
Who pull up clean in that yellow Camaro?
Icy!
Who got the Bay goin’ dumb when it slap?
Icy!
S-O, S-O
Bitch, you know the rest
[Verse 3]
I’m outside, bitch, I ain’t hidin’ from shit
Still pretty, still paid, still talkin’ my shit
Still walk through the door make a bitch feel sick
Still leave with the bag, that’s a hell of a trick
I don’t need validation, I know what I’m worth
Been through enough shit, still came out first
Got ice in my veins and game in my purse
Every time they count me out, I come back worse
Bay in my walk, got slang in my speech
I don’t gotta reach, bitch, the game reach me
If I say it’s mine, then the shit gon’ be
Ain’t no bitch out here doin’ CeCe like CeCe
So when that bass hit hard and the sideshow spin
Throw your
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Icy_Rain
Member since January 13 2023