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Ice On My Neck Lyrics - Artist : Zaytoven
She know she bad, I got the bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash I could count cash, fast Pourin' up lean, go to sleep on the Xans Roll up Gelato, three grams, stuffin' my pockets with bands She cute, she having a hand, I'm rich I know I'm the man Ice on my neck, god damn, I got bitches poppin' up like spam Stole my money gave her 22 grams Sell the whole thang, way down to the gram She had a fat ass, god damn, I got Supreme on my Vans, yeah Gucci bag fill it with bands, call up the shooters they jump out the van Ice skatin' got my shooters waitin' I got the cookies bakin' I wanna fuck 'em, impatient Foreign, she half-asian Foreign, I ride like I'm racin' 38 keepin my shell casings None of my bitches is basic On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix I'm geeked up, yeah, yeah, yeah Everything I wear is rare Gucci with snakes and lions and bears Louis Vuitton, I love Damier Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair Got them Chanel's and they clear (Double C) After they come out next year I'm drankin' lean, not no beer Shut the fuck up, ain't no reason to care Get your ass buss, ain't no pussies over here Brand new foreign with the cam on the rear Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear I got some bitches that are white like veneers These niggas fallin' off the map like Sears I got these haters mad, they in tears Ya'll niggas sharks, they cut like some shears She know she bad, I got the bag Foreign with 230 on the dash I could count cash, fast Pourin' up lean, go to sleep on the xans Roll up Gelato, three grams, stuffin' my pockets with bands She cute, she having a hand, I'm rich, I know I'm the man Ice on my neck, god damn, I got bitches poppin' up like spam Stole my money gave her 22 grams Sell the whole thang, way down to the gram She had a fat ass, god damn, I got Supreme on my vans, yeah Gucci bag fill it with bands, call up the shooters, they jump out the van |
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