MANi$H - iCU

Can't disregard, yeah I see u
Work u so hard, put u in the I C U
From the churchyard 2 the schoolyard
2 the boulevard, instilling greed in u
Can't disregard, yeah I see u
Work u so hard, put u in the I C U
From the churchyard 2 the schoolyard
2 the boulevard, instilling greed in u

I wanna see u put ya lighters up
Step ur writers up
The temp in here's goin' up
U getting burnt up
West Coast niggas
Callin' this heat turnt up!
No wraps preferred, the Kush still goin' up
Stay actin' a fool, lookin' at a bytch's butt
Bytches call it fukin' up
Not cause I'm a squirrel tryna get a nut
I admire the fact that she's a slut
Her cheeks say, I wanna slide MANi$H some bucks!
I'm prepared 2 slide in a few fuks
Whatever the fuk
Ain't no rush, long ass hair everywhere
Cali bear betta beware
Do u shave down there?
A hairy bitch is like a square
Get on, up outta here
Shavin' yo azz like u just joined the military
Didn't stay in cause they impeded my ability
2 become a billionaire, that shit is silly 2 me
Commanding Officer said, there's 2 much greed in u
Can't understand, not enough weed in u
My militant mind don't mind stampeding u
Right ones stand out
Fuk off joint, if u got ur hand out
Yeah I C U, but can u pull a stack out
Should I believe u?
Do I look like I'd deceive u
It's my night 2 pull the Cadillac out
I just don't know how 2 perceive u
How about u let the nymphomaniac out
U don't wanna hold it down
Ur competition is ready 2 relieve u
Young hoes speedin' thru
Bytch I ain't bleeding u, I'm seeding u
At it again, daddy stay feedin' u
Fuk the I C U, I'm hospitalizing bytches
That ain't gotta clue
Partin' u like the Red Sea
MANi$H nigga comin thru!

Can't disregard, yeah I see u
Work u so hard, put u in the I C U
From the churchyard 2 the schoolyard
2 the boulevard, instilling greed in u
Can't disregard, yeah I see u
Work u so hard, put u in the I C U
From the churchyard 2 the schoolyard
2 the boulevard, instilling greed in u

On the track P-ing & Poopin'
Poopin' & P-ing, don't talk back
P-ing & B-ing the LA nigga I am
On & off the track
U P-ing & Poopin' in the men's room
I'm about 2 crack Betty Boop around back
Can't slip, I'm prepared 4 that
U ain't the only nigga that like 2 clack
P-ing & Poopin', Poopin' & P-ing
All off in my Cadillac
P-ing & Poopin', spittin' in her eye causing cataracts
I'm the crocodile hunter tryna avoid a stingray attack
Gettin' my O J on creating platinum plaques
Sell 'em all 2 u, then I'm takin' 'em all back!
This the coldest MF you've heard spit since The Mack
Just call me Mr. Mehoff, 1st name Jack
Snatching bytches & Takin off
Like Randy Moss in his prime
I'm her new fukin boss
U might wanna put some ice on that
Ur eye's starting 2 turn black
Cold game got her crossed over & there ain't no coming back
Her lipgloss burnin' like some hot sauce on my exhaust
P-ing & Poopin', Poopin' & P-ing
Wit my niggaz Freddie & Droop
Shit's about 2 get heavy
Comin thru yo city
Bustin thru like a levy
P-ing & Poopin', Poopin' & P-ing
Cold ass game make sure u scoopin'
I'm comin back baby, I'm looping!

Can't disregard, yeah I see u
Work u so hard, put u in the I C U
From the churchyard 2 the schoolyard
2 the boulevard, instilling greed in u

Written by:
ANTHONY SORENSEN, JUSTIN EVANS

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