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big quis - icyest lyrics

[verse 1: big quis]
all my n-ggas stuntin’
two chains on my stomach
wear my sh-t everywhere i ain’t tucking in nothing
if you try me then i’m dumping
if you k!ll me then they coming
and the hoe that you wifin’ up, just a b-tch that i’m f-cking
a 100 thousand dollars, n-gga that’s what my kick cost
got a pocket full of paper, know my haters p-ssed off
diamonds when i’m dazzling, i’m hustling like rick ross
you ain’t got no money and your b-tch made my d-ck soft
got a neck full of frost, you ain’t worth a 100k
notice that the boys who robbed me ain’t got sh-t to say
anyone that’s in my way we runnin’ off on all them n-ggas
i got love for pontiac but f-ck them 1 n-ggas
money getters gone lose they mind when we drop this
we ain’t got no compet-tion boy, so stop it
y’all jewelry show the streets that y’all ain’t f-cking with the mob b-tch
f-ck y’all n-ggas, quit calling tryna squash sh-t

[hook: big quis]
my denims filled with money and all these b-tches love me
we the icyest n-ggas ’round this b-tch
shot out to all the swipers, f-ck who don’t like us
we the icyest n-ggas ’round this b-tch
hang with the drug dealers, respected by the k!llers
we the icyest n-ggas ’round this b-tch
got a neck full of bling, i’m winning with my team
we the icyest n-ggas ’round this b-tch

[verse 2: payroll giovanni]
walk up in the club with a 100 on
we text you from your b-tch phone, she ain’t coming home
i’m my own man, they wanna be some f-cking clones
i’m looking down on a cop like a f-cking drone
iced up, talking in codes on a bunch of phones
independent but i got a rappers budget on
everything on my body in the double digits
my young n-gga got bodies, he in the double digits
if the plug ain’t leaving rooms, i ain’t f-cking with it
i’m only spending my money if i can double with it
rap sh-t and street sh-t, you gotta juggle with it
text some sh-t, just know some hollow heads coming with it
n-ggas mad at the love, cause they chain dim
i wouldn’t wear that bullsh-t, man who raised them
got the nerve to be bragging ’bout that light sh-t
guess you put the wrong n-gga on the right sh-t

- big quis lyrics

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