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Ambezza - Iced Out My Wrist Lyrics

[Intro]
Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah, yeah)
Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah)
Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, Lil Uzi)

[Chorus]
Iced out my wrist, diamonds hit, diamonds yellow
These not piss, ice on my wrist, I need a sweater, I will not sweat her, I'm too rich
Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah, yeah)
Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Iced out my wrist, diamonds hit, diamonds yellow
These not piss, ice on my wrist, I need a sweater, I will not sweat her, I'm too rich
Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah, yeah)
Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

[Verse 1]
Iced out my wrist, solitary, Halle Berry
All my stones, blue diamond aquarium, lookin' like a fish's home
Trap spot bumpkin go and go get the vicious gun
Diamonds bussin', your shit, it was hittin' soft
Diamonds in her tongue ring, so I told her lick it off (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
My bitch keep her money but she think she getting off (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I just scored a touchdown, all they did was kick it off (Yeah)
Diamond in my forehead, I just can't even pick it off (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ayy (I love diamonds, I love diamonds)
[Chorus]
Iced out my wrist, diamonds hit, diamonds yellow (I love diamonds, I love diamonds)
These not piss, ice on my wrist, I need a sweater (I love diamonds, I love diamonds)
I will not sweat her, I'm too rich (I love diamonds, I love diamonds)
Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah, yeah)
Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Iced out my wrist, diamonds hit, diamonds yellow (I love diamonds, I love diamonds)
These not piss, ice on my wrist, I need a sweater (I love diamonds, I love diamonds)
I will not sweat her, I'm too rich (I love diamonds, I love diamonds)
Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah, yeah)
Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

[Verse 2]
I'm in the kitchen, I got a book
What recipes? I'm not a cook
Crack like the 80s, I shoot my shot
I shoot a hook, I ain't got' look
I'm in the kitchen, I got a book
What recipes? I'm not a cook
Crack like the 80s, I shoot my shot
I shoot a hook, I ain't got' look
I'm in the hood with a my chains
Try do the same, then you'll get took
That mean you got robbed
Niggas get tough, get a gun, and they shot
Niggas be bluffing, get a gun, and they die
What's on my waist? I got one in the slide
What's on my waist? I got one in the—yeah
It's on my waist, I got one in the chair
Water my neck and it's hittin' like flare
Glass falling from the ceiling, lair
[Outro]
Yeah, ayy, ayy (Ayy-ayy)