Icey Da Boss - Bwmc (Bitch Where My Coffee)

Durag, uh
I woke up this morning, gathered my belongings
Walked out the bitch crib, phone ringing, money calling
I'm on the way shawty, You know how we balling
I call out of work when I know big plays coming, yeah
On it, I'm trapping, I don't wait
Scrape the plate, I'm doing my thang
Let the lil ho top me 'till she blue in her face
I don't do no talking, choppas talking, Ill shoot you in your face
It wont be no witness, Fuck them niggas, Ill shoot you and your gang
Found my niche in drugs, but I ain't rich enough
I flip the whole pound, sun barely even up yeah
I come in the clutch, Your Plugs favorite plug
When you supply the city, bitch they know you in the club
I never heard a "who that", cause they know its Lil DuRag
We shoot bitch we don't shoot at, when we shoot bitch they cant shoot back
I just hit your hoe and shot the club up, Why I do that?
She woke up and i tell her that i will not tell her two times
I just be like bitch where my coffee? Cream in it shawty
Bitch I'm up early, Steve Harvey, Tom Joyner yeah
All about the broccoli, Icey you cant stop me
Plug said he out of work, thought It was Nephew Tommy
I'm like Bitch where my coffee? You know how we balling
Grinding all morning, All day I been on it
Holla Bitch where my coffee?, Why these niggas talking?
They aint really getting money, We the ones they really calling shawty
Yeah, Durag
Uh, i be like Bitch where my coffee?
(Its only one me, one me)
Yah, Yah ,Yah, uh, uh
On it, I'm trapping, I don't wait
Scrape the plate, I'm doing my thang
Let the lil ho top me 'till she blue in her face
I don't do no talking, choppas talking, Ill shoot you in your face
It wont be no witness, Fuck them niggas, Ill shoot you and your gang
I just be like Bitch where my coffee?
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
I be like Bitch Where My Coffee?
You know how we balling
I call out of work when i know big plays coming
I get to the bank like I’m brink
Give a fuck what a Fuck nigga think
Feel like a shark In this tank
Bitch ima blow like a tank
Smoking on loud , Rolling dank
Got a bad bitch from the bay
Love when she cooking for me
She know a nigga love to eat
Ima monster ima beast
Eat the pussy for a feast
Only fucking with the freaks
Sauce dripping on the sheets
Hand gripping on the cheeks
Wood grain on the ride
Call my lil Mami dasani
Shawty get it wetter than Palm beach
Boy I get higher than palm trees
Racks in the bag, that’s all me
Boy I go hard, y’all soft squeezed
Link with the Gawd, that’s Sauce shit
Cool with the flow, that’s sauce kid
Y’all on the bottom like soft shit
55th floor In a loft bitch
I’m at the top on my boss shit
Yah, Yah ,Yah, uh, uh
On it, I'm trapping, I don't wait
Scrape the plate, I'm doing my thang
Let the lil ho top me 'till she blue in her face
I don't do no talking, choppas talking, Ill shoot you in your face
It wont be no witness, Fuck them niggas, Ill shoot you and your gang
I just be like Bitch where my coffee?
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
I be like Bitch Where My Coffee?
You know how we balling
I call out of work when i know big plays coming

Written by:
Emanuel Brooks

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