International Cunt Enterprise (I.C.E) Lyrics[intro: Interviewer and Micheal Jackson]
Implants in your cheeks (oh God)
You’ve had a dimple made in your chin (oh please, please)
You’ve had your lips enlarged (aw please)
You’ve had your eyeli-, eyelash, eyelids reconstructed
None of it’s true?
Cmon, none of its true, it’s BS
They made it up, they lie
They don’t wanna give me credit for anything
[Verse 1: Aceomy]
But let me just say I got a couple OPPs
And my OPPs hate me
Queenie, Chin, Lexi, Ontari, Guad
Ice on my neck like I pulled up in a blizzard
Pen game too cold make a bitch shiver
Modica Magica bitch I’m the wizard
The only way to wake Guad up is dinner
Shake it up, shake it up, jiggle it, mix it
Platinum plaques what I’m serving them hits in
Flip it, dip it, nuts on your chin bitch
Be a good boy might let you remix it
I mean tell em why you really mad (why?)
Cause I’m pretty and I’m cunt and I get a bag? (Ohh)
Cause you ugly and you old with some shitty drag? (Eww)
Still the baddest keto bitch and I don’t mean to brag (facts)
Fuck Guad, Fuck Queenie, Fuck Chin, Fuck You
Wait hold on scratch that who would wanna fuck you?
Cunt too much, lay it down in the booth
Laila don’t like her and I don’t like you
[Interlude: Diana Sawyer and Whitney Houston]
But that’s not just thin…
No? what is it? Diana, tell me.. do you know?
It’s scary thin…
[Verse 2: Saint Lebon]
All my OPPs ugly, I swear
He wanna hit it from the back
With his hands in my hair
No cap in my rap when I told em I’m the heir
Baby sorry you’re chop, honey life’s not fair
Fuck it up, fuck it up, remix it
Taking shots at Guad and you know I’m not missing
You owe me 20 dollars, it’s simple addition
My OPP dropped a album and nobody gon’ listen
Cuz my body so tea and my face so right
Put those hands around my waist, imma ride it all night
Call him daddy, no bear, with my legs up in the air
Cuz, my flow so sick make him go and send a prayer
[Verse 3: Asmodia]
Momo back and she pushing her pen like
Skinny bitch, yea it’s keto for the win like
Shout out ice, baby winter’s always in like
Trophy bitch nigga get me and he win wife
Pistol whip guad make her hit a two step
Like that bitch a connoisseur of music
All my bars got bite bitch I’m toothless
Time to be a fucking nuisance
ICE on wrist like I’m illegal
Donnie might just wan keep me tho
Cus I keep my feet on these hoes
Money stack high, pockets real steep tho
Im Andrea, pretty bitch on mayhem
Gaga called like “hey fren”
Hear this cadence, flow so sick-
Need- need- need- need- need-
[Interlude: Whitney Houston and Diana Sawyer]
I can believe what you- what you feel..
I believe that.. do you really know?
Do you really know?
No you know!
Thank you
[Verse 4: AKA Ezzy]
Your mom got fucked in front of you, ew
Beefing with us you look stupid, ill
Now you got stuck in a pickle like dill
And fuck that fat bitch guadulupe, still
I know when you heard beef you thought tacos
I be goin pop, i’m also poppin hoes
And i’ll slap dom too, we ain’t stopping hoe
Ak-47, we get the drop on hoes (Fat bitch)
Put ya hands up cuz I am ya leader
Stop tryna run baby you is not a cheeta
But ur super freaky grandma is a cheater
Probably how she got handed out those visas
You better apologize cop, pleas
Before I make yo block sing, rih
Bitch it will be a closed casket, ki
Then i’ma smoke on ur pack, trees
[Outro: AKA Ezzy and Guad’s Son]
Yeah.. I hate when I walk into a mexican restrauant
And i’m like yeah, can I get a beef quesadilia
And their like.. do you mean a casadia?
Uh- no bitch I just said I wanted my quesadilia
Um I found out, she was like-
Kinda like cheating on him
Cuz she was texting him
“I want you inside me, I want you deep inside me”
Daddy bear