Corrección Letra Icey Wrist par Destroy Lonely

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Yeah, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, uh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh (Icey wrist)
Yeah, ho' (Top Floor Boss)
Yeah (Icy wrist) (Thadd, Thadd, Thadd)
Yeah (Top Floor Boss)
Yeah (Uh)

I got ice, icy wrist, finna go and buy a stick, dawg
Ice, icy b*t*h, and she love to drip this sh*t, dawg
I don't know where this sh*t came from, sh*t, it started gettin' lit
And I don't know why I be stuck like this, but I can't trust no b*t*h, dawg
High price fashion, I'm addicted to this Rick, dawg
Marilyn Manson, Dark Lord, castle, rockstar sh*t
these n***as, tryna come and take my d**k, damn
Mosh out, yeah, they all moshin' and sh*t
B*t*h, I'm hot, in the spot, I'm too turnt up, b*t*h, I'm lit
And my jeans YSL, yeah, they hold my racks up in this sh*t
And this b*t*h fine as hell, can I get your number, lil' b*t*h?
Uh, toxic, yeah, they all toxic as sh*t
Walkеd up to my jeweler, told him, "I don't likе how that sh*t fit"
I want a Richard Mille, so I need a million off licks
And this b*t*h think she perfect, but I bet she still gon' let me hit
Uh, watchin', yeah, they all watchin' and sh*t
I touch down in your city, and I get to shoppin' and sh*t
I touch down in your city, and your b*t*hes flockin' and sh*t
Damn, I'm awesome, real sh*t, lemme talk to you, b*t*h
I'm on the top floor, boolin', yes, I'm bossy, lil' b*t*h
I'm chasin' M&M's, no, I can't get lost in this sh*t
My diamonds hittin', man, yeah, they really glossy, lil' b*t*h
Yeah, let's get it, man, f**k, what you talking 'bout, b*t*h
I don't pop no xans, we pop rubber bands in this b*t*h
Yeah, you n***as stagnant, I'm goin' up, now they sick
(Damn)
(Uh)
(Up, now they sick, yeah)
(Yeah, I'm goin' up, now they sick)
(Oh yeah)

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