[Paul Wall]
My mouthpiece is a light show
Sialoquent, cause light snow
Head-to-toe dry, ice cold
Wristwear Lite Brite, dynamite, might blow
'round me quite froze
Anybody talkin' down can die slow
I grip grain similar to a rice bowl
My toe's on the line like walkin' the tightrope
Wear a coat if you ever come near
Ice-cold neck reflect like a mirror
Everything flawless, clear, and top tier
Flickin' like fireworks, lookin' like New Year's
New earrings lookin' like floodlights
My mouth got permanent frostbite
No need for shade, I'm walkin' sunlight
No need to hate yet, go'n and sit tight
My diamonds sparkle, lookin' like a flare
My wrist cost more than a remodeled kitchen
Eighteen-inch fifteens what I'm tippin'
You ain't gotta ask, you know what I'm sippin'
Deuce in a raspa, Wock' ice drippin'
Gen4 ready, I ain't never caught slippin'
I'm covered up in ice lookin' like
Ladies and gentlemen, can I please have your attention?
That's not an iceberg, that's my wrist
And that ain't no ice block, that's my bracelet
Antoine to gov' bank, yeah, I'm a bank-head
Game so cold, I'm handin' out blankets
Back on De Soto where I used to rake it
Hard work, teamwork, and dedication
Smokin' that pressure, that's why I embrace it
Diamonds on the neck poppin' like carbonation
[Paul Wall]
I'm covered in ice (I'm covered in ice)
I'm covered in ice (I'm covered in ice)
I'm covered in ice
My neck is covered in ice (Covered in ice)
I'm covered in ice (I'm covered in ice)
I'm covered in ice (I'm covered in ice)
I'm covered in ice
My wrist is covered in ice (Covered in ice)
[That Mexican OT]
Got a grill so shiny, got me feelin' like The People's Champ
The way I wrote my song, got it soundin' like it was Bandcamp
Walkin' with a stick, got me feelin' like Little Bamm-Bamm
Yoppers and choppers, gonna pop 'em, they goin' blam-blam
I just popped me a Versace Adderall
See a building full of bad bitches, yes, I'ma bag 'em all
Double cup full of pink, lookin' like it's a Danimal
Take a drive by his house and I leave it with damaged walls
I'll be bangin' on 979 'til the day that I die
Swervin' through the Southside, you can run, but can't hide
Too smooth when I groove, I be movin' too clever
Up the Glock, can't rock a feather
Doin' two hundred in an Escalade, I'm 'bout to break the pedal
I'm a rockstar, walk around with a twisted metal
OT, you got one gun, no, bitch, I got several
Push up to his block, bust it down like a bezel
I'ma find me a bopper, get her ass topless
Put some meat on the plate like ???[1:58]
Pushin' dick in her from the back, got her singin' opera
Then she get her happy ass up and cook steak and lobster
I swang to the left, I swang to the right
Get money all day, fuck bitches all night
Buddy say he want smoke, get him high like a kite
Had a threesome with a pretty bitch and a fat dyke
I'm covered in ice like it's negative thirty degrees
No way, José, they ain't heard it from me
Bitch, I got me a gallon of Texas tea
Fuck plan A and B, I'ma throw him in the sea
Anybody say they got a problem, tell lil' buddy knuckle up
Soft-ass bitch, I'll call your ass buttercup
You thinkin' that you keepin' up, but, lil' buddy, it's not enough
Pussy-ass boy, you better keep that lil' chain tucked
[Paul Wall]
I'm covered in ice (I'm covered in ice)
I'm covered in ice (I'm covered in ice)
I'm covered in ice
My neck is covered in ice (Covered in ice)
I'm covered in ice (I'm covered in ice)
I'm covered in ice (I'm covered in ice)
I'm covered in ice
My wrist is covered in ice (Covered in ice)
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