Correction Paroles Icy Girl Remix (Solo) par Zaytoven

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[Intro]:
Ooo is that CTB?

I been on my soul, I don’t give a f**k who don’t like me
Postin’ all these Chops on the social don’t excite me
I’m from Seattle where the sun don’t really shine lightly
Stand out the way, touching checks like it’s Nike
When you down and you broke, n***as start to turn grimey
Said I ain’t gonna make it? I ain’t take that sh*t nicely

[Verse]:
n***as on my d**k, startin’ to think you n***as gay
n***as try to rob me? Up the blick and send em outer space
12 get on me? I don’t give a f**k, hit the gas and brake
Hit on that hoe, then I’m gone, b*t*h I’m skippin’ statеs
Never beliеved in magic ‘till my n***a turned into a snake
If the blick had a voice, that b*t*h sing like it’s Drake
Just trynna chase a bag, why do all these n***as hate?
Imma keep runnin up that bag, like a n***a outta shape
You must be good friend with polo cause you n***as cap a lot
Got some n***as with no food, sorta like to trap a lot
If you know me then you know I cannot be cool with thots
My n***as posted on that block, trynna catch an op
When I come up, n***as better not make a damn sound
When I’m up top, these n***as better not come around
It’s: attract me to the bread, got no time for clowns
And all this ice on my neck, I think I’m finna drown
All these n***a trynna stop me, that’s a no go
I’m bouncin’ to the top, n***a, with no pogo
I’m not coo’ with her, she just eat me like some coco
You the type of n***a that’ll snitch to the po-po
Lil n***a, quit talkin’, get yo’ check up
Countin’ all this money on me - got me flexed up
Not talkin’ Milwaukee but I had to get my Bucks up
When yo’ bro switch up, that’s what’s really f**ked up
Only thing I’ll really chase is some blue ben’s
In my own lane, lil n***a, I’ll never try to fit in
Too much n***as with no bread, it’s gettin’ outta pocket
Just wait, n***a, soon I’m gon’ blow like it’s a rocket
Never been fake to my n***as, plug em like a socket
Don’t really give a f**k about the price, I want it?, imma cop it
And you n***as been staying on that sideline
Lil n***a, you ain’t me, n***a, stop trying
I ain’t come from the sun, but imma shine
I’m not a teacher with the sh*t, but I guess it’s my time

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