Lil Daze – ICED OUT

Lil Daze – ICED OUT Lyrics

Artist: Lil Daze
Song: ICED OUT

(Oh sh#t, is that Filip?)
(Wake up, F1lthy)
(Oh my god, Platna)
(Press will turn me up, boy)

I got that ice on my wrist, I got that ice on my wrist
Purple cup boutta fresh, purple cup boutta fresh
Oh sh#t, it’s so lit, lit like gasoline
You can’t manage sh#t

305, lil’ b#tch
Bombing with the Brixton Bullies
You wanna kill? Can do it
Me and F1lthy go stupid

I gotta bomb me some bullets
Your b#tch scared like Scooby
I always go with hoodies
Them opps bodies are goodies

Yo, bridging them both
You wanna know but I don’t know
Yeah, grand size Jumbo
Shut up like you are Trumbo

Your b#tch ain’t that intelligent
Look how I am, excellent
We eating good like a delicatе
Shut up, irrelevant

This a freestyle, you gеtting free-styled
The fire spreads, unclean aisle
Images in my head like decals, I’m not falling off like the Kyle
Flow so fast like I run miles

Ice on my neck, ice on my files
Get that activity, we go to trial
Shut the f#ck up, we are bombing tonight
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Release Year: 2017