Smino - KRUSHED ICE lyrics

[Intro: Smino] Crushed ice, splashy charm Where you get it? Is your woman worth? Crushed ice f**in' up your peripheral Crushed... uh, clear [Chorus: Smino] I like—I like f**in' two girls at the same time Same time, and she go crazy for the ba**line Ba**line, she got Apple Bottom, give me FaceTime Face time, livin' right now, can't erase time n***a like me never really ever waste time Unless I lost the Piguet, I f**ed her in my bunk bed The bus shake and we bump heads, I met her right off Sunset Then f**ed 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** with the Squidward, she gave me 'Kini Bottom (Mr. Squidward) Hoes fall like autumn, think I'm so damn 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**h 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**h colossal [Chorus: Smino] I like—I like f**in' two girls at the same time Same time, and she go crazy for the ba**line Ba**line, she got Apple Bottom, give me FaceTime Face time, livin' right now, can't erase time n***a like me never really ever waste time Unless I lost the Piguet, I f**ed her in my bunk bed The bus shake and we bump heads, I met her right off Sunset Then f**ed her 'til the sun rose No bum hoes, we don't want those [Verse 2: Valee] I got a new bad b**h and she finna let me f** her I did that with no liquor, my four-door is on offset I am a pothole misser, I f**ed that b**h, and ditch her My Balmain need a hand stitcher, 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**h 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**hes in it [Outro: Valee & Smino] I like—I like f**in' 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**h wasted—