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ICE AGE (FEAT. TRAVIS SCOTT) - Don Toliver/Travis Scott
Lyrics by：Caleb Toliver/Jacques Berman Webster II/Cashmere Small/Michael Hart/Derek “206derek” Anderson/Benjamin Fort
Produced by：206DEREK/BNYX/Cash Cobain/Mikey Freedom Hart
Mm mm
Yeah
Yeah
Mm
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Still put my address in like I don't know where I stay
She know my phone number but how she think I'm Mike Jones
Why I had to put it down in the ice age
Where I'm from you come through late you don't do that alone
You brought that face out the boondocks how long did that take
With your dog she can't go left be with 'em right or wrong
Everybody 'round me top five come to my space
Space
Everybody high like sci-fi up in my space
Space
When we disconnect the wi-fi
Ah
Up the hill it's over drastic
I hope you gassed it I'm over-gassed you crashed it
The last one elastic tried to find real in plastic
Them other h*es is mass thick
Way you rock the classics classic bomb bombastic
Bomb
The setup for the dynasty is looking dynastic
You know the Don nasty
The Mudboys nasty you know the Jack nasty you know the
Know the
You know that Fay' nasty you know the CHASE
Know the CHASE
You know the CHASE nasty you know my place
Place
My place is like the afties that's word to Niel
Word to Niel
I'm a knight off in the night ain't got it new
Nah
One night with me was the tea but don't you spill
Ah
Throw that body fake baby keep it real
If he hit don't give him none like the church
And come to my player's club I'm dolla
Yeah yeah
Still put my address in like I don't know where I stay
She know my phone number but how she think I'm Mike Jones
Why I had to put it down in the ice age
Where I'm from you come through late you don't do that alone
You brought that face out the boondocks how long did that take
With your dog she can't go left be with 'em right or wrong
Everybody 'round me top five come to my space
Space
Everybody high like sci-fi up in my space
When we disconnect the wi-fi
In the 713 I'm fazed
I say can I get you up for
Hey
Can I get you up in the city
My curly hair baby curly hair
We throwin' it good okay keep throwin' the air
Throwin' the air
Throwin' it back okay you're doin' your best
Swing to the hook when you need some help
Handle bars she on my handle bars
She like the finer things and all my candy cars
Throwin' it back okay you're doin' your best
Doin' your
Swing to the hook when you need some help
Need some
I'm in the Continental got her dancin'
Sippin' pineapple ***** candy
Yup
Quarter million dollars got 'em fancy
Yeah
Two hundred on the dash don't chance it
Gotta leave the song on it's your song babe
H-Town hold it down yeah you goin' crazy
See you in the bay bae you know you in here faded
Know you in here faded
Know you in here faded