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lil phag - iced out dick lyrics

[intro: lil phag]
ooo, lil phag
lil phag, lil phag, lil phag…

[verse 1: lil phag]
lil phag pull up in the coupe with your man
talkin’ mad sh-t but your b-tch is a fan
skip the whole line then i pop me a xan
dr woke cook beats like a chef with a pan
your man say straight but he go both ways
gave him a bar and he gave me brain
juggling my b-lls like cirque du soleil
he told me don’t tell, but it’s too late
he wants this d-ck cause i’m too paid
white stain on his shirt like toothpaste
played your man like 2k
gucci flip flops no shoe lace

[chorus: lil phag]
iced out wrist
lil phag came and stole your b-tch
iced out wrist, iced out d-ck
lil phag came and stole your b-tch
iced out wrist, iced out d-ck
lil phag came and stole your b-tch
iced out wrist, iced out d-ck
lil phag came and stole your b-tch

[verse 2: dr woke]
dr woke waking up in your b-tch
grinding all up on my amethyst
i got c-ck for the chakra alignment
my crystals imported, my quartz are the finest
wanna f-ck cause she feeling my aura
bending over like he doing yoga
catch me out in another dimension
i’m busting a nut call that astral projection, like woo
i’m woke and all you b-tches stay broke
blow your money on c-ke
while i’m buying gucci fur coats
kombucha all in my throat
essential oils, let’s go
i’m elevated and h-lla faded
when i pull up in that ghost

[chorus: lil phag]
iced out wrist, iced out d-ck
lil phag came and stole your b-tch
iced out wrist, iced out d-ck
lil phag came and stole your b-tch
iced out wrist, iced out d-ck
lil phag came and stole your b-tch
iced out wrist, iced out d-ck
lil phag came and stole your b-tch

[verse 3: cupcakke]
p-ssy gonna cream like whip, yeah
keep it on the low, mouth zipped, yeah
f-ck him for the money and the tip, yeah
i don’t ride for free, no lip trip, yeah
gave him the cookie so he gave me his empire
b-tch i am feeling like a pimp, yeah
p-ssy so wet my panties say caution
the d-ck might f-ck around and slip, yeah
b-tch i’m in my bag like lays
p-ssy colder than ice age (you know it)
tw-t sweeter than kool-aid (ooh)
p-ssy tight like new braids (that’s tight)
let him put it on me
ride just like a pony
yeah it’s wetter than kony
now his mouth getting foamy
his d-ck kind of lonely
so the p-ssy is his homey
call his d-ck frosted flakes
cause it’s colder than tony

- lil phag lyrics

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