Don Toliver - Ice Age Feat Travis Scott Lyrics

Mmm, mmm
Yeah (Yeah)
Mmm (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah

She put my address in, like I don't know where I stay
She know my phone number, but how she think I'm Mike Jones?
Why I had to put it down in the Ice Age?
Where I'm from, you come through late, you don't do that alone
You brought that face, I dip 'em down so long it duct tapes
With your dog, she can't go let me with 'em right or wrong
Everybody 'round me tap out color, my space (Ayy)
Everybody hot like Sci-Fi up in MySpace, when we disconnect the WiFi (Ah)

Up the hill it's over-drastic
I hope you gassed it, I'm over-gassed, she crashin'
The last one elastic, trapped if I'm runnin' plastic
Them other hoes is mass thick
Way you rock the classes, classic, bomb, bombastic
The setup or the dynasty
It's looking dynastic, you know the Don nasty
The Mudboy's nasty, you know the Jack nasty, you know the— (Know it)
You know the Fay nasty, you know the Chase— (You know the Chase)
You know the Chase nasty, you know my place (Place)
My place is like the athletes, I swear you knew (Nah, fate)
I'm all night off in the night ain't got it new (Nah)
When they with me, we're Sativa, don't just spill (Ah)
Throw that body fake, baby, keep it real
If you hit then give them none, like the church
Ain't come to my place, it's club on dolla— (Yeah)

She put my address in, like I don't know where I stay
She know my phone number, but how she think I'm Mike Jones?
Why I had to put it down in the Ice Age?
Where I'm from, you come through late, you don't do that alone
You brought that face, I dip 'em down so long it duct tapes
With your dog, she can't go let me with 'em right or wrong
Everybody 'round me tap out color, my space (Ayy)
Everybody hot like Sci-Fi up in MySpace, when we disconnect the WiFi

In the 713, I'm fazed
I say, can I get you up for—, hey
Can I get you up in the city?
Oh, curly hair, baby curly hair
We throwin' it up, okay keep doin'
Throwin' it back, okay you doin' your best
Throwing it back
Swing to the hook when you need some help
Hand the bar, she on my hand
She like to find the things, in my candy cup
Throwin' it back, okay you doin' your best
Swing to the hook when you need some help
I'm in the cut, ain't got it dancin'
Sippin' pineapple, beach candy
Quarter Million dollar, it's got a fancy
Two hundred on the dash, Don chancin'

Gotta lead the song on, it's your song babe
H-Town, hold it down, yeah you goin' crazy
See you in the, now you in her fate
Now you in her fate
Now you in her fate