Dj Khaled - Iced Out My Arms (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Dj Khaled - Iced Out My Arms (en) Lyrics
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All these diamonds on my fingers
(Southside!)
If Young Metro don't trust
you, I'm gon' shoot you
We the Best Music!
You can hear my diamonds talkin'
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin'
You can, you can, you can see
DJ Khaled!
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I put Patek on my arms (unique!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo!)
I put Patek on my arms (ah!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo! ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms
Bust it down, bust it
down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek,
20 more for Piguet
Boardin' a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with
a brick on her breasts (hey!)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone)Makin'
these bitches obsessed
Makin' these niggas grip TECs (ahh)
Flex on my ex (flex)
Like my boy Khaled say, know we the bestShe saw
the Patek and got undressed for sex ('Tek)Damn
I'm so dranked that I found a T-Rex
Unleashin' the beast and
I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds
(step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh
Lambo wings, fly out the nest
We do not settle for less (who?)
I'm in the ghost with no head (ghost)
I'm thankin' the Lord
'cause I'm blessed
And some of my niggas, they
dead (rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti, we pull out
the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it,
as soon as they drop it
Money fallin' out of my pocket (hey!)
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I put VVS' in my Patek,
who want static? (21)
Nigga don't touch my watch,
it's gon' be tragic
Keep that bratchet on (fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang gang, bitch, y'all
niggas actin' feminine
Gang gang, bitch, we gon' pull
up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and on my arm, it's
drippin' (ooh, drippin')
Saint Laurent sweater, lil' bitch
this ain't no Coogi (yep)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you
not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin', Hublot drippin'
And I got a bust down
Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
I got keys, I got keys
like Khaled (keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got
an M in the mattress
Lil' bitch
The Patek Phillipe sit
right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch eatin'
right at Phillipe
Know she fuckin' with a winner
Jewelry lookin' like a slushie
fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn't
Even if I did, I don't remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the livin'
room, huh, incredible
Rappin', it was either that or sellin'
dope, shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top
of diamonds, huh?
Drippin', let you know I gotta go
I catch you anywhere,
you get strong-armed
I'm talkin' upstream on a paddle boat
Okay one car, two shoes
You in hot water like
a pack of noodles
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard Mille
and it's tourbillion
'Bout to swap the Patek for
the Vacheron (switch it!)
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