boofboiicy & warhol.ss - icewar lyrics
[chorus: boofboiicy]
tell these lil’ n-ggas, “pick up the pace”
smokin’ gas, yeah, i love the taste
big glock won’t jam up
got big drop in my fanta
these p-ssy n-ggas can’t stand us
takin’ these pills like them embodiments
bullets playin’ hide n’ seek
catch his -ss, put him to sleep
pull up slow, we love to creep
tell these lil’ n-ggas, “better pick up the pace”
smokin’ gas, yeah, i love the taste
big glock won’t jam up
got drop in my fanta
p-ssy n-ggas can’t stand us
[verse 1: warhol.ss]
(mike g, you can’t do this to ’em, man)
choppa reloaded, i know i’m the coldest, i walk in the room with a chip on my shoulder
vvs diamonds they cover my pinkie, it’s cold on my fist, it felt like nova scotia
slide, pop, ride, these n-ggas p-ssy i know so i ain’t bring the poker
money get longer, i f-ck up the folder, been countin’ a lil’ stronger as i got a lil’ older
f-ck that lil’ hoe like a mof-ckin’ [?]
pinky ring look like a mof-ckin’ boulder
be on my glo, feel like young sosa
hoe wanna ride like a lil’ roller coaster
f-ck with that counter, i be fillin’ that toaster
don’t f-ck wit’ n-ggas, the hoe know that i’m chosen
i cannot f-ck that lil’ hoe ’cause she broken
i know that lil’ hoe for everyone, i cannot f-ck that hoe ’cause she stank
walk in the spot and i’m smellin’ like cookie aroma when i’m in the bank
these n-ggas hoes, i know, i’m a lil’ different i’m one of the greatest
i cannot copy you n-ggas, i body you n-ggas and put ’em on stage
hold up, wait, i see you boys takin’ swag
i’m to original, i just might finish you, n-gga, who guarding your bag?
can’t give no n-gga no p-ss
whip this sh-t slow, deliverin’ it fast
only hoe n-gga i might add
hoe you so trash, f-ck is you glad?
[chorus: boofboiicy]
tell these lil’ n-ggas, “pick up the pace”
smokin’ gas, yeah, i love the taste
big glock won’t jam up
got big drop in my fanta
these p-ssy n-ggas can’t stand us
takin’ these pills like them embodiments
bullets playin’ hide n’ seek
catch his -ss, put him to sleep
pull up slow, we love to creep
tell these lil’ n-ggas, “better pick up the pace”
smokin’ gas, yeah, i love the taste
big glock won’t jam up
got drop in my fanta
p-ssy n-ggas can’t stand us
[verse 2: boofboiicy]
pull up quick, tell ’em to duck
movin’ slow, yeah, we love to creep
hit his block, had to clean the whole street
hittin’ the trap, phone gon’ dub
what do you want? i can serve you that sh-t
big glock choppin’ sh-t
red beam, i won’t miss
one call, place your order
standin’ tall with my soldiers
we gon’ ball, movin’ boulders
get him off, thought i told you
yeah, we love to wack sh-t
hit my phone, get taxed, b-tch
got the work doin’ backflips
if you slide sh-t get tragic
do him dirty, causin’ havoc
[chorus: boofboiicy]
tell these lil’ n-ggas, “pick up the pace”
smokin’ gas, yeah, i love the taste
big glock won’t jam up
got big drop in my fanta
these p-ssy n-ggas can’t stand us
takin’ these pills like them embodiments
bullets playin’ hide n’ seek
catch his -ss, put him to sleep
pull up slow, we love to creep
tell these lil’ n-ggas, “better pick up the pace”
smokin’ gas, yeah, i love the taste
big glock won’t jam up
got drop in my fanta
p-ssy n-ggas can’t stand us
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