ice billion berg - i'm da shit (remix) lyrics
hey
i’m da sh-t, believe dat woe
f-ck dat b-tch, ion need dat ho
i only smoke crypt, yea i need dat dro
if you think i’mma liq, i’mma squeeze dat fo
then you gun fall, yo soul gon float
up to da sky with them other people
and this ain’t a game, so theres no cheat codes
no pause b-ttons, and no reloads
i lay d-ck, dat she know
and when im up in it, you can bet it she froze
i got alotta b-tches, but man i need moe!
cuz ders no such thing as enough c-notes!
i run the 3-0-5
ice berg, live
ion gotta rap boy im gon, slide
the feds want me den im gon, hide
they can be sl!ck and i can be, sly
iounn give a d-mn its dunk ryde or die
i rap part time
drugs 9 to 5
16 murders, i bust out the nine
tuan got 32, bloods gonna slide
and ion need friends, its in my fye
you see me up in me, a n-gga gon die
you see me up in me, and its my time
i ride with blocks, so respect my mind
i better hold block with the stick, pow-pow
i crank up the dunk, lemme hear our sound
hold up! let me catch my breath!
i’mma go til there ain’t none left!
oh n-gga, i ain’t done yet!
trick told me when i sleep ioun get no check
its been 2 days, i ain’t been home yet!
takin naps in the jet
in the same dv set
im under survalence my phone on deck
but ion be on it, cause the crackers is on me
greezy my homie
greezy and soup
and we is the sh-t, tryna fill our shoes
we want yo b-tch, we like how she move
i took pictures of her, and i sent em to soup
im stickin on 1, and im headed to 2
call me billion its what i do
i-get-money, i-sell-o’s
make n-ggas hate, cause-i-sn-tch-dey hoes
fix up the dunk, show em i ain’t broke
and keep a big strap in case they want war
n-ggas make the songs that a brother never hear!
i’m not bought to diss you to start your career!
you outta yo league. you need to do pot
you claim to be everything that you not
you see, i’mma star and i feel myself
if i lived your life, i’d k!ll myself
the club like hoes: im never in dem bare
dont talk about ya trunk, cause my sh-t right here
and we ride dunks, and dey p-ss light years
we drive drunk, but we dont drink beers
see, my chopper’s pregnant, cause it always spit
it speaks a differnt language, but it’s callin you a b-tch
and ain’t nothin changed its the same ol sh-t
im still tossin crypt, tryna hide from kim
little mama old news
and i got a blood b-tch
when i’mma finished with the dunk
i’mma grab her a whip
there’s still a couple n-ggas that’ll die about a b-tch
that’ll make a diss-track, then cry about a b-tch
and f-ck the dj’s that dont play my sh-t
but the real n-ggas that’ll break my hits
i’mma real n-gga, lets get that clear
a young rich n-gga, sayin f-ck an outfit
my brother not here, so i do it for the crew
and i rock that shirt that say: free soup
n-gga
i-get-money, i-sell-o’s
make n-ggas hate, csue-i-sn-tch-dey hoes
fix up the dunk, show em i ain’t broke
and keep a b-tch strapped incase they want war
i’m da sh-t
i’m da sh-t
i’m da sh-t
i’m da sh-t
i’m da sh-t
i’m da sh-t
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