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krushed ice - smino & valee lyrics

[intro: smino]
crushed ice, slushy charm
where you get it? it’s a one of one
crushed ice f-ckin’ up your peripheral
crushed… uh, clear

[chorus: smino]
i like—i like f-ckin’ two girls at the same time
same time, and she go crazy for the b-ssline
b-ssline, she got apple bottom, give me facetime
face time, livin’ right now, can’t erase time
n-gga like me never really ever waste time
unless i lost the piguet, i f-cked her in my bunk bed
the bus shake and we bump heads, i met her right off sunset
then f-cked her ’til the sun rose
no bum hoes, we don’t want those

[verse 1: smino]
i like mixin’ don julio with pine, pine
pom-pom, shake it, it’s amazing, lil’ baby, poke it out
she f-ck with the squidward, she gave me ‘kini bottom (mr. squidward)
hoes fall like autumn, think i’m so d-mn awesome
i think i’m finna move out there by bron bron
cop a new jeep, new freak, some new sheets
thread count 2003, forces from 2006
i never trust a lousy plug, i never love a childish b-tch
that’s just somethin’ that i learned
voulez-vous cou’, don’t lay up
if she ain’t my boo, i’m ghost, that’s raina
young bloke, throw on my trainers
then ball out, elgin baylor
good bread like belgian waffles
my bread and my b-tch colossal

[verse 2: valee]
i got a new bad b-tch and she finna let me f-ck her
i did that with no liquor, my four-door is on offset
i am a pothole misser, i f-cked that b-tch, and ditch her
my balmain need a hand st-tcher, yeah
i pop percocet, no itchin’ and it’s no ice in my hi-tech
i’m smokin’ some exotic, it’s stronger than my bicep
my coupe louder than wyclef, it’s been two days since i slept
it’s gucci ’round my tricep, my b-tch wasted as i
i put dope inside my backwood and you smell it ‘fore i lit it
got pulled over, i hit it, no clear coat on it is it?
you rock knockoff, this isn’t, i’ve got designer linen
i’m bendin’ corners in coupe, it’s two b-tches in it

[outro: valee & smino]
i like—i like f-ckin’ two girls at the same time
ice in my hi-tech
i’m smokin’ some exotic, it’s stronger than my bicep
my coupe louder than wyclef, it’s been two days since i slept
it’s gucci ’round my tricep, my b-tch wasted—

- smino valee lyrics

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