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raplord - iced out! lyrics

[intro]

[hook]
iced out, wrist! sub+zero with the fist
lights out, dark! ray+bans be the shades
first round, knock out! mayweather with the biz!
pull up in a demon looking really evil, i think i might need a priest!
iced out, wrist! sub+zero with the fist
lights out, dark! ray+bans be the shades
first round, knock out! mayweather with the biz!
pull up in a demon looking really evil, i think i might need a priest!

[verse 1]
look at my neck it’s icy
look at my wrist it’s icy
look at they faces, i know they hating
i know they despise me
pull up in a ghost looking really mean, disappear in a second (ey)
pull up in a rarri revving up the enginе n it got these b+tches mositеned
talking the way that i talk? (yes)
walking the way that walk? (yes)
balling the way that i ball? (no)
all these new n+ggas chase clout
that’s not what i’m about (nah)
like a b+tch on a friday night i’m finna take y’all out!
shh…
silence for the slain
no pain no gain
i’m counting ma blessings n learning ma lessons
i never regret the pain, thank allah for the gain
they hate on the player, but never the game
i’m free as a bird but i rock em chains!
never swerve, i stay in my lane
[hook]
iced out, wrist! sub+zero with the fist!
lights out, dark! ray+bans be the shades!
first round, knock out! mayweather with the biz!
pull up in a demon looking really evil, i think i might need a priest!
iced out, wrist! sub+zero with the fist!
lights out, dark! ray+bans be the shades!
first round, knock out! mayweather with the biz!
pull up in a demon looking really evil, i think i might need a priest!

[verse 2]
i’m hotter than h+ll on a sunny day
you boys are just too comical you be rapping in a funny way
365 i hustle no holidays
y’all are so old school i swear your style be turning grey
you do not know me my n+gga
you can’t tell me anything
if you can’t respect me don’t help me just let me be
let me be awesome and let me be great
let me be awesome ma n+gga don’t hate
my n+ggaa don’t hate, you either stay woke or you finna stay broke
we don’t match like broke boys and rolls+royce
act like a baby i’mma call a nan
mehn i left her with her no choice
hotline bling when she call a man
she got a strong head like juggernaut
call her when i got to bust a nut
streets ain’t for the weak
slugs don’t even cost a lot
stay low, stay meek
sars in the hood and they weapons hot
life’s a game, finna play hard till its game over

iced out, wrist! sub+zero with the fist!
lights out, dark! ray+bans be the shades!
first round, knock out! mayweather with the biz!
pull up in a demon looking really evil, i think i might need a priest!

- raplord lyrics

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