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kap g - icha gicha lyrics

[intro: kap g]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
uh, uh, yeah, ayy, ayy, uh
yeah, uh, uh
yeah, ayy

[verse 1: kap g]
i wanna hit from behind
while you take a couple lines
gimme good brain like einstein
i know you heard it’s my time
you see my people keep dyin’
and it don’t make new york times
this sh-t like math and division
you gotta carry the nine
she say, “hey, do you do lines?”
i say, “no, i don’t do lines”
she say, “can i be your wife?”
i say, “no, just do my guys”
my partner’s trappin’ the zips
the nicks, and even the dimes
can’t even trust your best friend
i swear these n-ggas so slime
i hate when b-tches be lyin’
i love when b-tches be fine
just ’cause you sippin’ the lines
don’t mean you spittin’ your rhymes
i keep the baddest, the spanish, and fattest up in v live
i keep a lot of felines but more money on my mind

[verse 2: kap g]
oh baby, you so fine
i might make you one of mine
that’s why you don’t even be tryin’
that lips and don’t wear design
she freaky pull out my jawn
she freaky pull out my jawn
i gotta close all my blinds
i get more head than salons
she say, “hey, do you do lines?”
i say, “no, i don’t do lines”
she say, “can i get the steak?”
i say “go ‘head, get the prime”
my partner’s throwin’ gang signs
my vato’s throwin’ gang signs
they say these hoes be for everybody
that’s cool, they not mine
i’m screamin’ free all the guys
you seen the pain in our eyes
the police, they a disguise
they kkking for life
i just might take your advice
finesse and shootin’ some dies
i promise she ain’t my type
you better go get your wife

[chorus: pharrell williams]
if she tell you something good ’bout me, you should just believe her
take-takin’ all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
feelin’ on they -ss, while they rollin’ up the cheeba
the-then we gonna one up like icha gicha gicha gicha
if she tell you something good ’bout me, you should just believe her
take-takin’ all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
feelin’ on they -ss, while they rollin’ up the cheeba
the-then we goin’ to one up like icha gicha gicha gicha

[verse 3: kap g]
cleopatra’s in my bathroom doin’ lines
yeah, my ex b-tch ask how i’m doin’, i’m doin’ fine
yeah, my shoe designed by louis vuitton
i take a trip out to milan
she actin’ new like jimmy neutron
she topped me in the uber
she said, “do you do lines?”
i said, “no i don’t do lines”
i said, “baby, are you blind?”
look there’s a cork in my wine
just like support, girl, i grind
i’m tryna stack dollar signs
i hit that b-tch without tryin’
i hit that b-tch from the spine

- kap g lyrics

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