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j young – young ice lyrics

[intro]
j young on the beat

[j young]
i got my money back

[lil ice]
aye jay

[j young]
what up

[j young]
hold on a second man

[lil ice]
goin hit em j young

[verse 1: j young]
got d-mn b-tch, i just smoked a pack, never got it back
look at my wrist, got some fancy sh-t, you don’t know about that

[verse 2: lil ice]
these n-ggas tryna diss
i know they playing f-ckin tricks, we call that cat in a hat
these n-ggas still dissin
plus they talkin like b-tches when arguing bout this and that

[verse 3: j young]
b-tch
i’m rich (4x), but i only got a pinch
i ain’t got no constipation cuz i come with the sh-ts

[verse 4: lil ice]
and yes we come with the sh-ts
and never argue bout a b-tch
got money on my left, my right, my front, my back
blue hunnas like st-tch

[verse 5: j young]
lookin like a hoe, took that b-tch to my garden
i’m a nice n-gga, so i beg your parden
te quiero cojer, ya boy know spanish
never diss me, i will do damage
never dipped on a b-tch, i will do this
2k18 man, we will get lit
never rapped so long, gotta do this song
my do this song, i’m all in the zone

[verse 6: lil ice]
i’m up in the kitchen, i’m water whippin
eating beats up, and they finger l!ckin
smoking green, h-lla nutrition
eat the p-ssy up, it’s good delicious
hold up, what the f-ck do you thank
i am lil ice what you thank
sh-t, i put the cash in the bank
and i take that b-tch back to the bank

[verse 7: j young]
aye
look at my face
n-ggas untied like a shoe lace
i ain’t a runner, but i did the race
i’m like tay-k, i did the case
who was the last girl i f-cked
i’m wearing gucci, i can’t get enough
i f-cked on your girl and she suck
she’s a squirter, and now my d-ck stuck
i joke and i kid cuz a young n-gga play
you talk the most sh-t like almost everyday
how many l!cks does it take
baby girl you almost on the way
i f-ck with her, but she isn’t my bae
these n-ggas stank, so go p-ss me a spray
left a diamond so i got me a crystal
got me a shotgun, you f-ck with a pistol
i wouldn’t give your girl a nickel
her p-ssy just smell like a pickle
you n-ggas are sick, i call that a sickle
her booty be poppin like pimple
i’m making it short, i’m keeping it simple
y’all n-ggas be rappin of beat
y’all make me tired, i gotta go sleep
y’all n-ggas are p-ssy, y’all just tryna sneak
me and lil ice we done with this beat
yeah, aye

- j young lyrics

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