Icy (feat. DaJakey) - Bob Bobby

I see, Icy, I see Why she left me bad Spicy like the icey When she blow the bag Cops can't decap me I'm a let them slide it on slightly I don't wanna see a Nike or a Nike When she on my lap I see, Icy, I see Why she left me bad Spicy like the icey When she blow the bag Nah, Nah I'm just gonna pop that bitch, better pop her just like Nah, Nah She knows my name but she don't know what I look like Nah, Nah I been telling facts but she turn it down with two likes Nah, Nah Yea, I feel like Icy, Icy, Icy Man I got that bag, now she telling me she wanna be my wifey wifey wifey I was down bad, sleeping on the floor now she telling me she like me, like me, like me I'mma say it loud until everybody know Got me feeling like I'm Nike, might be Spike Lee Dressed up in a white tee I'm tryna get in my bag, I'm tryna get in my Wraith (ahh) I know they thinking it's easy but they don't know what it takes (yah) I'm tryna be rich like Roddy, that's why I'm grinding every day (ahh) I didn't get rich off of trying, I know there ain't no other way I'm feeling like the man, I'mma blast off Now I'm coming up in the game, I'm feeling like Future, I'm taking my mask off I see niggas on the daily switching lanes, tryna find out who fake, man I swear they don't last long They ain't pay attention back then, now these hoes hit me up, say they messed with my last song KidDave and Yung Drops finna come, they know how we doing, we coming in too strong I kept you way too close to my heart Don't lie, I know it's been this way all from the start I can see it in your face, I got you all mad and shit Way too excited she wanna have a lick If she pop it all, go relax a bit You're my ride or die, ahh Spend a couple bags on designer My bitch fire, I had to cosign her Had to hit you up to remind ya I been ignoring lately Going too far, let me put it to side Lose your attitude, baby If you wanna try and get in my ride, yea Ride me like a freeway, way too crazy around me these days At the party, she don't want me But still, she's on my lap Ride me like a freeway, way too crazy around me these days At the party, she don't want me But still, she's on my lap I see, Icy, I see Why she left me bad Spicy like the icey When she blow the bag Cops can't decap me I'm a let them slide it on slightly I don't wanna see a Nike or a Nike When she on my lap I see, Icy, I see Why she left me bad Spicy like the icey Nah, Nah I'm just gonna pop that bitch, gonna pop her just like Nah, Nah She know my name but she don't know what I look like

Ahahaha Y'all ready? Yeah! We back Come on Teddy! Face! Brown You put all of it together Ya' know what that comes up with? It's a recipe for hits Come on Red light Green light Spotlight No light It comes and it goes when it feels right And nobody knows what it felt like Niggas always havin' conversations 'Pinions on the state of my relationships They don't even know the situation, shit! I gotta do what I do, yeah (gotta do what I do) I gotta be what I be (gotta be what I be) 'Cause in the end, god damn, I gotta be real like Bobby B, yeah (Gotta be real like Bobby B) And everybody gon' talk about it, talk about it And I don't really give a... about it... about it 'Cause in the end, god damn, I gotta be real like Bobby B, yeah Come on, let's go! (Oooh, ooh, ooh) Bow! (Oooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah (Oooh, ooh, ooh) I gotta be what I be Good times To bad times Bad times To worse times I don't even know why I'm still alive When God has a plan you don't ask why (Oooh) I been livin' deep in my redemption (Oooh) Swear to God, He got me on a mission (Oooh) I'm comin' back like I was never missinnnn' I gotta do what I do, yeah (gotta do what I do) I gotta be what I be (gotta be what I be) 'Cause in the end, god damn, I gotta be real like Bobby B, yeah (Gotta be real like Bobby B) And everybody gon' talk about it, talk about it And I don't really give a... about it... about it 'Cause it the end, god damn, I gotta be real like Bobby B, yeah (Gotta be real like Bobby B) Bicky-bicky-bow! (oooh, ooh, ooh) Come on, let's go! (oooh, ooh ooh) Lemme hear ya (oooh, ooh, ooh) I gotta be what I be You feel like you know someone But you wasn't here So how can you know someone And you wasn't there I'm not gon' be judged by you I don't give a fuck 'bout you I does what I wanna do I don't care I gotta do what I do, yeah (gotta do what I do) I gotta be what I be (gotta be what I be) 'Cause in the end, god damn, I gotta be real like Bobby B (Gotta be real like Bobby B) Yeah, like Bobby (Talk about it, talk about it) They gon' talk about it (Talk about it, talk about it) They gon' talk about it 'Cause in the end, I gotta be real like Bobby (Gotta be real like Bobby B) Bow! (oooh, ooh, ooh) Ohhh (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) I gotta be what I be (oooh, ooh, ooh) like Bobby (Gotta be real like Bobby B) Gotta be (Oooh, ooh, ooh) Like Bobby (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Uh-huh, uh-huh (Oooh, ooh, ohh) Listen Ya gotta be real like Bobby

Let's talk about Phoenix It's got a way of helping you to breathe a little better Through the storm and rain If you need to escape Woah-oh Oh, you wonder why Let's talk about Phoenix It's got a way of helping you to breathe a little better I can slowly see A light fading away In my mind and my heart I have no doubt Oh, you wonder why