Saweetie - Icy Chain Lyrics

(Bitch, Saweetie had me lit off the Henny last night)
Bleh
Hey

Twerk that ass for a icy chain
Twerk that ass for a icy chain (bitch)
Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hey)
Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hmm)

My hair, my money, come bundled
I spent your rent on my frontal (yeah)
Bitches see me and get humbled
Could take yo' nigga but I don't even want to
Birkin bag, Crocodile Dundee
Mink on my body like I just went hunting
Tell PETA I'm bein' one hunnid
That icy girl still rock fur in the summer
Left fashion week, hella casualties
I think I know why they mad at me
I'm pretty, I'm in every city
But won't hit the club unless it's a bag for me
Daddy, answer me, I need to know why your mad at me
'Cause you be complainin', you stay in your feelings
I'm starting to think you can't handle me

Twerk that ass for a icy chain
Twerk that ass for a icy chain (bitch)
Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hey)
Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hmm)

Get love in the Bay like I'm 40 (uh)
Big C love to sip on the 40s (yeah)
This Rollie up on me cost forty
I'ma be fine in my forties
Ooh, fake booty galore
Make sure it clap when you see me on tour (hmm)
He sweatin' me like a sport
I play in Prada whenever I'm bored (that's right)
Concealer tan, sand, I'ma get these band-bands
Bet' not smell no pussy when you pop it on a handstand (ugh)
All of my bitches smell good, yeah
Don't worry 'bout us, we good
I ain't gon' lie, you actin' too shy
Come pop that shit like a bitch from the hood (brrt)

Twerk that ass for a icy chain
Twerk that ass for a icy chain (bitch)
Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hey)
Twerk that ass for a icy chain (hmm)