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Nath Arm - ICY Lyrics



Nath Arm - ICY Lyrics
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She's Icy
She ain't just my girl, She's my wifey
5 foot so you know she likes to get a little bit feisty
So when we get back home ima deal with her nicely
She's Icy
She ain't just my girl, She's my wifey
5 foot so you know she likes to get a little bit feisty
So when we get back home ima deal with her nicely
Mamacita, come closer I really wanna see ya
The way you slow wine, baby girl you ain't ever looked so fine
Yeah, I seen you on my timeline
I wanna take a sip, cos you looking like a fine wine
With the lights down low, baby girl, yeah you still shine
Let me see you out them calvins cos your bodies all mine
And I got you all night
You're my weakness, like superman with Kryptonite
Bad and you know it, dangerous combination
But ima worship you. I mean it's my obligation
I just need you to be patient
Ima soon blow then we can take all our vacations
Anywhere you want, I don't mind the location
Cos when I'm with you, babe there ain't no complications
She's Icy
She ain't just my girl, She's my wifey
5 foot so you know she likes to get a little bit feisty
So when we get back home ima deal with her nicely
She's Icy
She ain't just my girl, She's my wifey
5 foot so you know she likes to get a little bit feisty
So when we get back home ima deal with her nicely
You're a sweet one, You make all my dreams come true
And the way that your back just be bubbling
I'm so in love with you
And it's true
There ain't a place on earth id rather be
Without you
She's Icy
She ain't just my girl, She's my wifey
5 foot so you know she likes to get a little bit feisty
So when we get back home ima deal with her nicely
She's Icy
She ain't just my girl, She's my wifey
5 foot so you know she likes to get a little bit feisty
So when we get back home ima deal with her nicely
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She's Icy
She ain't just my girl, She's my wifey
5 foot so you know she likes to get a little bit feisty
So when we get back home ima deal with her nicely
She's Icy
She ain't just my girl, She's my wifey
5 foot so you know she likes to get a little bit feisty
So when we get back home ima deal with her nicely
Mamacita, come closer I really wanna see ya
The way you slow wine, baby girl you ain't ever looked so fine
Yeah, I seen you on my timeline
I wanna take a sip, cos you looking like a fine wine
With the lights down low, baby girl, yeah you still shine
Let me see you out them calvins cos your bodies all mine
And I got you all night
You're my weakness, like superman with Kryptonite
Bad and you know it, dangerous combination
But ima worship you. I mean it's my obligation
I just need you to be patient
Ima soon blow then we can take all our vacations
Anywhere you want, I don't mind the location
Cos when I'm with you, babe there ain't no complications
She's Icy
She ain't just my girl, She's my wifey
5 foot so you know she likes to get a little bit feisty
So when we get back home ima deal with her nicely
She's Icy
She ain't just my girl, She's my wifey
5 foot so you know she likes to get a little bit feisty
So when we get back home ima deal with her nicely
You're a sweet one, You make all my dreams come true
And the way that your back just be bubbling
I'm so in love with you
And it's true
There ain't a place on earth id rather be
Without you
She's Icy
She ain't just my girl, She's my wifey
5 foot so you know she likes to get a little bit feisty
So when we get back home ima deal with her nicely
She's Icy
She ain't just my girl, She's my wifey
5 foot so you know she likes to get a little bit feisty
So when we get back home ima deal with her nicely
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Writer: Nathan Armstrong
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Language: English
Length: 3:08
Written by: Nathan Armstrong

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