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icebirds, bando & 44 oakboy - frenemies lyrics

[intro: icebirds]
ay (yungboylez)
f+ck you talkin’ ‘bout, n+gga

[chorus: icebirds]
i’m to clean, i be stuntin’
roll up that gas, smell like a onion
check out the drip, it came from london
came from the ground, i came from nothin’
i had to put that hoe on block, make one call, you’ll get your ass popped
f+ck wit’ the gang, and we spinnin’ your block, give that sh+t all that i got
i can’t do the frenemies, i jus got me a brand new piece
i got your b+tch, enemy
you know, she suckin’ my d+ck like a leech
if these n+ggas reach, then i have to teach
pull up in your city, where you wanna meet
these n+ggas really be cappin’ on beats
tell ’em icebirds is bringing the heat, ayy

[verse: icebirds]
i’m ice water in the summer
them n+ggas broke, d+mn, what a bummer
whippin’ a foreign, you in a hummer
smokin’ on gas, i’m in pomona
these n+ggas know how i’m comin’, it don’t cost nothing to keep it one hundred
she wanted to f+ck me, but i was too blunted
you know that i play with them bands like a trumpet
my n+ggas eat, watch how them pockets increase
ice on my neck look like sleet, know that they playin’ for keeps
i tote them big racks, ayy
you smokin’ mid pack, ayy
ain’t gettin’ sh+t sn+tched, yeah
ride with the strap, tell the n+gga to get back
[verse 2: bando supreme]
ayy
i got the strap in the backpack
pull out, new scatpack
smokin’ on thraxx, gave me heart attack
drippin’, i need me a plaque
run in your trap for the packs
ice gang for the money
think its sweet, won’t take nothin’ from me
pull up on your block, start dumpin’
leave head swoll like a pumpkin

[verse 3: 44 oakboy]
they call me oakboy, i get a lot of paper
get to them racks on a daily
thumb through them racks, and flex on them haters
f+cking your b+tch, she touchin’ her ankles
ballin’ so hard, i sprained my ankle
no bodyguard, i stay with that laser
ice froze just like a glacier
slaughter your hoe jus like i’m jason
smoke out the bow, i stay with them flavors
heard you wanna score, what’re you payin’
get ’em for the low, i be what you payin’
jus want some mouth, don’t take off your pants
keep the glock on me, its in my pants
run through the brick, and count up the bands
run through the b+tch, but she gotta man
don’t need a stick, i’m good with these hands
fool me once, it won’t happen again
juuged him quick, i hit him for ten
choppa topped that b+tch, spin like a fan
i don’t talk, i jus get to the bands
bernie walk from all these racks in my pants
[chorus: icebirds]
i’m to clean, i be stuntin’
roll up that gas, smell like a onion
check out the drip, it came from london
came from the ground, i came from nothin’
i had to put that hoe on block, make one call, you’ll get your ass popped
f+ck wit’ the gang, and we spinnin’ your block, give that sh+t all that i got
i can’t do the frenemies, i jus got me a brand new piece
i got your b+tch, enemy
you know, she suckin’ my d+ck like a leech
if these n+ggas reach, then i have to teach
pull up in your city, where you wanna meet
these n+ggas really be cappin’ on beats
tell ’em icebirds is bringing the heat, ayy

[outro]
yungboylez

- icebirds bando 44 oakboy lyrics

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