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Correct Icy Boy Lyrics
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Correct Icy Boy
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[Intro] Yeah Cloudboys Yeah Uh Okay [Verse] Plottin' and schemin' you know that I'd be on the lock on the product Plottin' and schemin' you need it you hit me you know it I got it Sippin' on syrup and soda I'm leanin' and smokin' that ganja I'd probably go undefeated and send your ass straight to the coffin you know Blowin' that paper and blowin' that O Smellin' like dope. (Smellin' like dope) You ain't talkin' money then you gotta go Sippin' a four Ice on my wrist and that ice on my lobes I'm in the kitchen I beat it I get it I'm whippin' the house to an O I'm on a whip and I'm smokin' a swisher and I'm fuckin' yo bitch I'm at the trap and we countin' this money she prolly suckin' a dick Rollin' a swisher got drank in my cup and that new .45 on my hip Poppin' these bottles and gettin' this money I swear to God I’m the culprit Shooters on shooters got bullets on bullets got clips upon clips Oli be ballin' and all of these hoes, they be callin' me young Richie Rich They all on my dick Ice in my earlobe and ice on my wrist I hit the stage and I hit the stage, boy I’m off the shits I'm feelin myself Feelin' like spending a bill on myself Sippin' on syrup Spendin' this money, I swear I be feelin' myself It's killin' my health My lifestyle is certainly killin' my wealth I'm movin' this stuff Gucci and Louis, Ferragamo Belt My money long She suck on my dick, I be rippin' the bong She singin' my song All of your bitches be singin' along I gave her the dong Pull up or run up I'm doin' you wrong We can't get along Rollin' that blunt and that gucci be strong [?] Airbrush shirt on and a strap nigga All my trap boys got a pistol on 'em always Fuckin' with the set, boy you could learn the hard way I got the fiends, linin' up down the hallway I be servin' hard, sippin lean like all day All my trap boys got a pistol on 'em always Fuckin' with the set, boy you could learn the hard way I got the fiends linin' up down the hallway I be servin' hard, sippin lean like all day
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