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Correct Icey Dicey Lyrics
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[Verse 1] Man I fucked every bitch in Toronto Livest party in my condo I got Teesha, Deesha and Donna It's like easter pink in my sauna Fucked up but I'm still drivin' Fucked up but I'm still drivin' Now I'm playin' that she jokin' Where the fuck is my real driver? I'm ill droppin', she pill poppin' They black ballin', I'm still droppin' And I'm toned up on that rail stop And the fuck boys never will stop 5'9 and she 5'2 Bad as fuck but she fine too Fuck is wrong with these hoes, bruh? My pocket know I'm so fined tuned And I make a chick, break a chick Lake down and give her dick Spendin' the night with your baby like we tryna babysit Nah nigga, we tryna get at your lady lips Only hop in and step in and Mercedes whip Stop, let me get guap Walk in the room like bitch let me get top Pay me to fuck me bitch, tell me to guac We got them bitches a penny a pop Pennies will pop, then they got drop Man, I'm on top, nigga damnit, don't stop God don't know where them blamers gon' pop I say damn, I wreck it like Hannibal Lector Back on my solid, this animal settin' No actin', no anger just hang me to thank I back off the thing and leave chesses like checkers The freshesh don't even come check on my checks It's pay low and I bailout We'd be talkin', that's pain up Foreign car, I'm sittin' tall It's so hard just to lay low What's wrong with my wrist? Eyeball, eyelids She calls me cocky 'cause she can't suck my dick It's too bad I'm too fly, how was your girl? How was your girl? Two words oh ah, come tell my niggas who's up? Drinkin' liquor with my niggas Wifin' down onlike 20 hoes I know that I might get caught But shit nigga, there's plenty more Hennesy, we can get poured up on Hennessy Roll up and twist in the remedy Fuckin' with bitches that's 20 that look like they 23 Tellin' you, you don't want me as an enemy, no [Hook] Call it what you want, call this shit a player She be on it, uh, she fuck with my player Me, I'm tryna cut, cut, clear She gon' make them payments if I think she savin' Then I might let her fuck I might let her fuck I might let her fuck I might let her fuck [Verse 2] Man, what the fuck's wrong with these hoes, bro? King shit no cobra Got a sling clip no shoulder Strap on a nigga, holster Back on a nigga, back home Like post up I'm in a row trap Ghost ridin;, hittin' four sluts My nigga Jay shinin' with the gold cuffs Like G shit, damn nigga, I'm the shit Caught in it like shark fins, I'm like damn nigga, I'm sea sick Sea slick on that G shit I got a whip callin' and my brae slip Hati'g hard and you ain't my dog Like why you all on that fleek shit? G6, paid flights J's on, plain flights Cut you late, I hit your dame twice Man for the frame, I've been the same nights I'm in a thang tight and what's your name right? And what's your frame like? They claimin' I'm drunk drivin' Get off my dick, I'm in the lane right? Right Damn it, I'm so on and I'm all on Got the main light on the main street In the daylight with my chain bright I got a dame white, it's all taint rights And it ain't right but I do it though Actin' like you got all that bread It ain't like you, got too much dough Where you goin' with all that head? I ain't up for talkin' I know Shorty like my features so It's I between them double Ds sort of like Adidas I got hoes as bad as my features Plus some .44 for the preachers These shorties know I got heaters Clip up on ya hip just like beepers Chicks put on my dick, just like eat it All that shit just between them hips She pillow bite like she teethin' I get major brain 'til I'm genius, Lord They ball, chain my double for time And your bitch here still callin' I dig her like we ain't got women, see I like women spicy like they cajun So if I could fuck one word then I'd be fuckin' amazin' [Hook] Call it what you want, call this shit a player She be on it, uh, she fuck with my player Me, I'm tryna cut, cut, clear She gon' make them payments if I think she savin' Then I might let her fuck I might let her fuck I might let her fuck I might let her fuck [Outro] Come my nigga Jay got dough Got this block on my wrist If you're lookin' for your bitch She on top of our dicks, JJ This all yours, it's T, nigga, you know what I mean, nigga That beautiful nigga you talk shit at your funeral, nigga And fuck wrong with these hoes, bruh? I meet a bad bitch, I might let her fuck You know what I'm sayin'? You can't just fuck me for free I might let you fuck, baby Can't just fuck me, bitch
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