TrA3 - ICE ON (feat. BENZI) Lyrics

(Intro)
Uh, I told her I need some space (I need)
Told her I need some space (Some space)
Told her (Uh) Told her I need some space (Yuh)
I told her I need (Uhhh) (Aye)

(Hook)

I told her I need some space, then she said okay
I been runnin' out of love, not the bag I chase
I can't ever give it up, I got what it takes
And then she hit me up, sayin' I should be ashamed
Yuh, I ain't wrong (I ain't wrong)
Flexin' on my ex, Ice on (Ice on)
On to the next, then I hit 'em
And I'm gone (Gone) Bitch, then I'm gone
Bad lil' bitch on my line, tryna see what I'm on

(Benzi)
Another show, another hoe I could f*ck 'em all (F*ck 'em all)
Too much money in the air I get to watch it fall (Watch it)
F*ck about a hoe feeling's, they know it when they get involved (Know it)
Know they hate to see it, me and Tra3 on the court we gotta ball (Ball, ball)
Ain't no court in this game, still like Kobe showin' off
And they throwing shade, cause they can't do it like us (Na)
A couple bitches on my phone sayin' I did em wrong
Like Tra3 I just hit 'em then I'm gone, I ain't worried bout no ho
Then they tell me that I'm wrong, say she hate me that's forever
But still playin' every song (Every song) I don't care nah
It's the ones I ain't seen in years that say you takin' off (Gone)
Thinkin' that they special, but when I'm gone they still can't shake me off (Na)
I don't care no, I don't care bout no hoe (I don't care) too much ice on me
Got it 3D in them photos (3D) Another bad hoe, undercover TMZ
It don't matter still hit her, but she walk home (Ha, ha)

(Hook)

I told her I need some space, then she said okay (Okay)
I been runnin' out of love, not the bag I chase (Chase)
I can't ever give it up, I got what it takes (What it takes)
And then she hit me up, sayin' I should be ashamed
Yuh, I ain't wrong (I ain't wrong)
Flexin' on my ex, Ice on (Ice on)
On to the next, then I hit 'em
And I'm gone, bitch then I'm gone
Bad lil' bitch on my line, tryna see what I'm on

(Tra3)
If you can't tell (Can't't tell) I got these bitches goin' crazy (Goin' crazy)
Know I'm number one they can't replace me (Can't replace me)
But I'm all about my money, bitch, f*ck you pay me (Pay me)
Blowin' up my phone put that bitch on D&D
Niggas really hatin, cause I'm blowin' up like TNT (Boom)
Diamonds too damn flashy most hated by the TMZ (Ice)
Pants hangin' off my ass, dark shades on, lookin' like I'm Eazy-E (Uhh)
Bitch, my diamonds shinin make you wonder if you can see (Huh)
Blowin' on Gelato got me high as I can be (I can be) need a telescope
Boy just to see me (See me) if you get too close boy, you gone
Put you on a tee, tell 'em r.I.p, tryna play with Tra3
We don't f*ck around (F*ck around) let the K speak for me
Got yo bitch goin' down doin' anything for me (Yuh) Bitch it's Tra3

(Hook)

I told her I need some space, then she said okay
I been runnin' out of love, not the bag I chase
I can't ever give it up, I got what it takes
And then she hit me up, sayin' I should be ashamed
Yuh, I ain't wrong (I ain't wrong)
Flexin' on my ex, Ice on
On to the next, then I hit 'em
And I'm gone, bitch, then I'm gone
Bad lil' bitch on my line, tryna see what I'm on