Uh,
uh, uh, uh,
yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh
I was swirling through
Queens, fully groomed bands
Searching for the butter through my
Cartier lens
System, banging out nothing but the blends
On the digital
Star
Tech, rap it to my men's
And I spotted the most exotic,
jigginess, half
Rachel, half
Holly
My twinsie is in slow -mo,
prepped up nice and slow
Breathin' on my ice so
it shine real nice
Crease my skypiece, lay back in my seat
Right near
Bainsley
Projects on the backstreet
Her name was
Keisha, full of street knowledge
The little trees,
but she planned to go to college
Starin' at my ice,
smellin' my cologne
She lived on
Southside,
Supreme
Teen
Zone
Honey got flavor and
it just don't stop
Do she want me for me,
or me for my rocks?
make me hot, hot, hot,
you just make me hot, hot, hot
I like your rocks, rocks, rocks,
they make me hot, hot, hot
Baby boy don't stop, stop, stop,
you keep me hot, hot, hot
I'ma take you all you got
Baby girl just stop, stop,
stop, check yourself
She slid up in my whip like the queen of
New
York
We did it to
City
Island to eat shrimp and chalk
Tossed up my keys to this valet cab
I glanced at the fatty,
I'ma see about that
We blazed in the spizz -out like
Bonnie and
Clyde
Shoo -bee -doo -bee -hizz -out,
I'm feelin' the vibe
Copped the booth for some
video type
Knowin' all along how
hot these kinda nights get
Uh, I gotta write where I wanna
Reality bout to creep up on her
Stroke her softly, gently with my
G
While the light reflects off my I -C -E
Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer
Lights too bright, here's a grant,
make it dimmer
I kept frontin' and I just couldn't stop
I don't mind spinnin' paper when
it's lookin' that hot
make me hot, hot, hot,
you just make me hot, hot, hot
I like your rocks, rocks, rocks,
they make me hot, hot, hot
Baby boy, don't stop, stop, stop,
you keep me hot, hot, hot
I'ma take over all you got
Baby girl, just stop, stop,
stop, check yourself
We first started,
Sammy
Duke headed to my rest
She pulled down her straps
to her dress
Greased in the
Prada, sparked up
Bangin' some
Wu -Tang, feelin' the scat neft
She said, yo, would you ever
sell yourself for chips
and give up
God to push wits?
Never met some spiritual
down to my bone.
Why you take the convo in that zone?
She said, I would do anything for
C -notes.
Get to
Copman
Coats.
Shake off my
DGs, drop to my knee.
Talking in my face,
breath smelling like cheese.
I asked her, shorty,
you degrade yourself just to throw
a little bit of ice on your shelf?
You're turning me off.
I can't lie.
Keisha said, why?
I said, yo,
how can a man respect that?
Knowing if he paid,
then he could wreck that
Ice is the price for an overnight wife
A true shot caller don't want that in his life
To all you n****s that
are selling your soul
You need to put the hookah vibes on hold
Ask for
Keisha, she working on the stroll
Dead ain't broke,
but her pimp got mad
Your girl makes me hot, hot, hot
Your chicks make me hot, hot, hot
I like your rocks, rocks, rocks
They make me hot, hot, hot
Baby boy, don't stop, stop, stop
You keep me hot, hot, hot
I'ma take you all you got
Baby girl, just stop, stop, stop
Your clock makes me hot, hot, hot
You just make me hot, hot, hot
I like your rocks, rocks, rocks
They make me hot, hot, hot
Baby boy, don't stop, stop, stop
You keep me hot, hot, hot
I'ma take you all you got
Baby girl, just stop, stop, stop
It just makes me hot, hot, hot
It just makes me hot, hot, hot
I like your rocks, rocks, rocks
They make me hot, hot,
