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killsixx - glacier boy [icy grl remix] lyrics

[intro]
paid hunnids for this glock in this pants, kind of pricey
i’ma hit his top then do the dash inside these nikes
n+ggas be so b+tch, i wonder why they scared to fight me
i know she a eater, wonder if she really like me
passed her to the clique and that’s the hoe you calling “wifey”?
lil’ bro put some red on yo’ chest like a hypebeast

[verse]
foresee me in her neck coming this summer with the ice t’d
call the gun “supreme” ’cause it’ll leave you on a white tee
shooters next on his ass, riding like a bike seat
n+ggas claim they k!llers but be shooting with their eyes creased
bet we k!ll his dog when we come through with the chopsticks
seen ’em ’bout a week ago, he wasn’t on that sh+t
poison paradise baby, pretty but i’m toxic
rule number one is to never trust no opp b+tch
real sh+t been old to me but i know that it’s new to them
yeah, that burner cooked his ass
them bullets they be chewing him
they gon’ let that mac shoot but this don’t got to do with rims
these n+ggas don’t hold no weight but this don’t got to do with gyms
i’m straight from the north, where yo’ pole ’cause it’s cold b+tch
n+ggas acting, playing booster, wonder why the roles switched?
they like “what them n+ggas do?”
stealing, lying, posted and they tote sh+t
and if you counting all of that, you know they throwing fo’s b+tch
n+ggas claim they wanting smoke but they what we be smoking
on that last inhale i know he was choking
if bro say “it’s up” then it’s stuck, it’s on go then
sh+t’s getting crazy, give a f+ck if i don’t know him
n+gga think it’s cap he on the shrooms i’ma show him
n+gga think he hard i got a nina that’s gon’ blow him
he a opp, change his name to “pack” the way we smoke him
new dead pack man, chilling with his ghost friends
tell her part her sea for me, baby call me moses
they gon’ think i’m cooking up the way i’m bringing dough in
if he try to take it from me dora’s losing close friends
don’t got the glock, on the block i’ma poke him
blood on the floor, on the four leave him open
and if i miss his neck then i’ma tryna take a whole limb
if he still breathing tell that n+gga “it’ll grow in”
i don’t know what’s wrong with these n+ggas, they provoke it
k!llsixx always spazzing like that n+gga can’t control it
n+gga that’s what happens when you try me on some hoe sh+t

- killsixx lyrics

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