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nle choppa - ice spice lyrics

[intro]
(tay keith, f+ck these n+ggas up!)

[verse 1]
i ain’t gon’ lie, you n+ggas in trouble, can’t sign neck, sh+t till is double
rich young n+gga can’t get no snuffle, two with the bl!ck, that’s on my brother
take a risk everyday with my life, i’ma roll that thang like 10 folks
go to the bank, deposit money every weekend and b+tch, i break that hoe
n+gga say that i ain’t got enough money in my pocket, ey, b+tch ass n+gga need smoke
i ain’t been asleep in good d+mn week, i’m missing that b+tch, after she say i’m broke
me and my brother have both dance, i was on bottom [?] that n+gga to the floor
now you step in my crib, you can lay on my bed with 20 some hoes
clip so long, look likе turkey legs, stand that n+gga then that i ain’t dеad
30 ass gang, got know how the play, gotta keep my head, we one in the head
blowing the bags, he like the [stake?]
[?] cheese [?], he playin’
[?] and he know he straight
chains so big look like he jamaican
see them coming, he [?] faking
i make a n+gga fake dead, b+tch, stop playing
first lil’ drill, take a lil’ b+tch, how this that, 20k on a n+gga neck
up a couple millies, get win on a drill, i’m a ceo when i’m on the field with the [?]
[?] we brought the b+tch back in the whole d+mn set
bleed purple, see purple, weed purple, n+ggas know this sh+t be crip
smal circle, [?], b+tch is fertile, still left that on her lip
i ain’t lurkin’, brain hurtin’, chains hurtin’, same person thinkin’ ’bout murder
i ain’t perkin’, drugs working, lanes swervin’, in a vert’, somethin’ i’m workin’
[chorus]
woah, roll up one, trap doin’ numbers, it jump, jump, jump
no, don’t throw my gun, get out the car, run forest, go run
oh, these n+ggas my sons, dead beat to ’em, i ain’t got no funds
bad b+tch look like ice spice, she eatin’ d+ck, she the real munch
woah, roll up one, trap doin’ numbers, it jump, jump, jump
no, don’t throw my gun, get out the car, run forest, go run
oh, these n+ggas my sons, dead beat to ’em, i ain’t got no funds
bad b+tch look like ice spice, she eatin’ d+ck, she the real munch

[verse 2]
bad ass b+tch with a whole lotta ass, whole lotta cash, that’s my type
[…]

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