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icebirds, bando & 44 oakboy - kookie lyrics

[intro: icebirds]
aye

[verse: icebirds]
hope out the whip, got a bad b+tch on my arm
she lovin’ the drip, ay, she diggin’ the ice and the charm
smokin’ on gas, it’s the bomb
call up the gang, you know they gon’ bomb
stay in your lane, you n+ggas been warned
i came with them b’s, ring the alarm, aye
roll up the gas, we got plenty dope
and we got plenty of choppas wit’ them telescopes
i don’t want the b+tch, i don’t want the hoe
i don’t like the b+tch, i jus love her throat
black and white b+tch like a oreo
smokin’ on cookie, no do si dos
don’t think we got bands, we got plenty more
pull up in whip, the dash is digital, aye
i got the mac like the laptop
pull up in hot wheels, this ain’t no matchbox
f+ck wit’ the gang and you smokin’ crack rock
f+ckin’ your b+tch, i’m givin’ her backshots, aye
icewater gang, we the have nots, ‘member them days we couldn’t have knots
now i’m ballin’ on ‘em, don’t got a jump shot
icebirds, yeah, they know that i been hot
gucci and luis, you know that i switch out
choppa got kick, we pullin’ them sticks out
can’t love a b+tch, i swear that sh+t been out
talkin’ ‘bout racks, then i’m pullin’ ben out
i got the drip every season, aye
flexin’ on n+ggas for no reason, aye
ain’t talkin’ ‘bout money, i’m leavin’
3 gram ‘wood to the face, i’m cheefin’
[verse 2: 44 oakboy]
ain’t used to have sh+t ’til i started stuffin’ the racks in a shoebox
the life that i live, i might go out like tupac
covered in fur, feelin’ like chewbacca
these n+ggas be tellin’ like neighborhood watch
we servin’ them bricks, we don’t need a clock
f+ckin’ these b+tches, runnin’ through thots
fresh off the plan, i jump in a drop’
she ain’t my bit’ but she gon’ give me that top
we changin’ the prices, raisin’ the stock
thumbin’ through cash, how can i not
zoom to the bag, i feelin’ like joc
i’m in the field jus like some crop
know i got aim, i shoot, i don’t miss
full of that drank, its all in my p+ss
glock on my hip, the clip is extended
clear the whole scene, don’t leave a witness

[verse 3: bando supreme]
stack up them racks, put it in shoebox
tatted up, thug life jus like tupac
bando max payne, i keep two glocks
runnin’ them plays, i stay wit’ a stopwatch
smokin’ the cookie pack like i’m a rasta
i’m f+ckin’ your b+tch on top of the pullout
ain’t talkin’ ‘bout guap, then what is you talkin’ ‘bout
said you want beef, i’m pullin’ the stick out
hop out the coupe wit’ the smoke like a hotbox
pulled up wit’ red dots, thought he had chickenpox
ran it up by my lonely jus like speaker knockerz
came wit’ one gun but it got plenty shots
these n+ggas grew up to be imposters
know he a hoe ‘cause he jus like his father
all black fo’ fif’ jus like batman
came in mask up jus like i’m robin

- icebirds bando 44 oakboy lyrics

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