D.$ Chapø - Icey

Step in this bitch icey
Nigga, that's a shame you calling that bitch wifey
She callin me, but that's life b
Cop a Woods no id
Pop a tag lil nigga this pricey
Sippin mud no Hi C
No stains on my white tee
Leave you bleeding no Red Sea
I peep you niggas tryna be me
Don't get mad I do it easy
Bitch I'm cold freezing
Say bye to her I'm leaving
Won't see me in the morning
Lil bitch too boring
Bitch I'm high, soaring
Spectators be scoring
Trap down on the low end
Know which socks the dope's in
Cashing checks enveloping
Blue bunnies they loccin'
Laugh cause nigga you joking
Chase the bread I'm loafing
Writing statements they oathing
Cookin' up we toasting
Eastside, I'm coasting
Aye, on gang, I tell that lil bitch she can't hang
Sneaky bitches wanna snatch chains
On PDN shit I'll never change
Fuck this bs niggas fuck the fame
All these goofy niggas they just some lames
Unplugged the box, ion play games
Ima get guap, them designer frames
Chopper hit a nigga like Max Payne
Ice on my body, ice in my veins
Niggas living life in different lanes
Solo dolo shit like campaign
Pussy niggas can't maintain
Foreign broad with me and she from Spain
Bring ya friends, shit, they gettin slain
Bust a nigga down, no Johnny Dang
Uh uh, 11:30
Pour the dirty
Bad bitch she flirty
And she curvy
Hair so curly
And I greet her firmly
You ain't real, then you hurting
See 12 I'm in a hurry
Bitch got mouth so I call her Kirby
Said bitch got mouth so I call her Kirby
Race to the bag, no Kentucky derby

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D.$ Chapø

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