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Iced Out My Arms lyrics

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]

All these diamonds on my fingers

(Southside!)

If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

We the Best Music!

[Pre-Chorus: Future & DJ Khaled]

You can hear my diamonds talkin'

You can, you can

You can hear my diamonds talkin'

You can, you can

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!

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]

I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)

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)

I done iced out my charms

[Verse 1: Offset, Quavo & Takeoff]

Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down

This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for baguettes

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 best

She 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!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]

I got Patek on my arms

I got Patek on my arms

I put Patek on my arms

I put Patek on my arms

I put Patek on my arms

I put Patek on my arms

I had to ice out my arms

I done iced out my charms

I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)

I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)

Niggas gon' watch at the arms (unique!)

I put some ice on my arms (woo!)

I got Patek on my arms (ah!)

I got Patek on my arms (ice)

I had to ice out my arms (ice)

I done iced out my charms

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]

Ice, ice, woah, woah

I put VVS' in my Patek, who want static? (21)

Nigga don't touch my watch, it's gon' be tragic

Keep that bratchet (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 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

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]

I got Patek on my arms

I got Patek on my arms

I put Patek on my arms

I put Patek on my arms

I put Patek on my arms

I put Patek on my arms

I had to ice out my arms

I done iced out my charms

I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)

I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)

Niggas gon' watch at the arms (unique!)

I put some ice on my arms (woo!)

I got Patek on my arms (ah!)

I got Patek on my arms (ice)

I had to ice out my arms (ice)

I done iced out my charms

[Verse 3: T.I.]

Yeah, yeah

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!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]

I got Patek on my arms

I got Patek on my arms

I put Patek on my arms

I put Patek on my arms

I put Patek on my arms

I put Patek on my arms

I had to ice out my arms

I done iced out my charms

I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)

I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)

Niggas gon' watch at the arms (unique!)

I put some ice on my arms (woo!)

I got Patek on my arms (ah!)

I got Patek on my arms (ice)

I had to ice out my arms (ice)

I done iced out my charms

I got Patek on my arms

I got Patek on my arms

I had to ice out my arms

I done iced out my charms

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