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Crunchy Ice
2,969
Hip-Hop/Rap
Crunchy Ice was released on November 17, 2023 by 4715444 Records DK as a part of the album Crunchy Ice - Single
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Release DateNovember 17, 2023
Label4715444 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM114

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Wallace
Jalen Wallace
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ooh, shit
This motherf—
Man
Let me sit up
(I feel so, Euphoria)
I'm not a scammer, or a trapper (Mmm)
But it's money that I'm after
She sayin' I'm a snack, come and throw me on a platter
Careful what you keep an eye on, that shit don't even matter (Damn)
Halfway through I had to make a pit stop
Yeah, she said she wanna dance, go and make a TikTok
Yeah, I'm eating applesauce, make a **** criss-cross
And a **** fat as shit, he lookin' like he Rick Ross (Damn)
Ayy, what? It ain't over (Damn)
Ayy, what? It ain't over (Yeah)
Really ain't no rappers out here fuckin' with me
I left a bad bitch on the road and now she huggin' a tree
Mmm, yuh, ayy, I pick it up
Uhh, yeah, and break it down
Then turn around and kick your girlfriend out of town
Crunchy ice and lemonade, I left the pitcher on the mound
(Damn, what?) I left the pitcher on the mound
(Damn, what?) I left the pitcher on the mound
Yeah, she said she like my music, they addicted to my sound
Lookin' for a fuck to give, must be in the lost and found (Mmm, hmph)
Like, what you searchin' for? (Mmm, damn)
Yeah, I see you lurkin' bro (Okay)
Gentlemen, I'm trying not to hurt the ho
Yeah, a **** hella broke, it's time to get to working more (Mmm)
Real rap, the type to make a hippie-hop knees
But I think she found a Diddy Bop
New York, you know a **** Milly Rock (Damn)
Her shirt tight, I think I seen a tiddie pop (Hmm)
Ayy, what? It ain't over (Damn)
Ayy, what? It ain't over (Yeah)
Really ain't no rappers out here fuckin' with me
I left a bad bitch on the road and now she huggin' a tree (Mmm)
I told her, "Hold it, the clothes ain't finna fold it"
They lookin' for the 'za, I told them, "I already sold it"
My **** own it, big money that we're clonin'
I never was a dealer, but I think I'm Al Caponing, come on
Mmm, yeah, we're watching from above
Goofy ****, so I'm asking, "Where my hug?"
Basic bitch, I saw her steppin' in the Uggs
Yeah, I got the carpet burn, we was fuckin' on the rug (Damn)
Ayy, what? It ain't over (Damn)
Ayy, what? It ain't over (Yeah)
Really ain't no rappers out here fuckin' with me
I left a bad bitch on the road and now she huggin' a tree
Mmm, yuh, ayy, I pick it up
Uhh, yeah, and break it down
Then turn around and kick your boyfriend out of town
Crunchy ice and lemonade, I left the pitcher on the mound
(Damn, what?) I left the pitcher on the mound
(Damn, what?) I left the pitcher on the mound
(Damn, what?) I left the pitcher on the mound
Lookin' for a fuck to give, it must be in the lost and found
(Damn, what?) I left the pitcher on the mound
(Damn, what?) I left the pitcher on the mound
Yeah, she said she like my music, bae addicted to my sound
Lookin' for a fuck to give, it must be in the lost and found, mmm
Written by: Jalen Wallace
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