ice berg - where do you go lyrics
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(verse)
hold up, still runnin’ these streets
i’m a young fly getting money, ceo
my life consist of bad b-tches and weed smoke
plus i’m consistent, all the hunger beneath the beef
gettin’ swallowed by all these models
more followers than dallas, so they always callin’
catch a n-gg- slide on that broad machete
ballin’, we ballin’
tear another n-gg- b-tch?
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