CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : ICKY ICKY
Am I strong enough to do that?
Oh my God, I'm so strong now
Jesus f**king Christ, I did that with no effort
You know, I'm sorry man, I think I need to order another tank top
I really liked that tank top
Damn, I didn't think I'd be that strong to f**kin' just rip it
I didn't even have a hole in it, I just f**kin' ripped it
It's that easy now? What the f**k
I think your ho' she wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin glickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky
Think your ho' she wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin glickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky, yeah
She a bad b*t*h, she Heaven sent
You broke, you got seven cents
God gave me his Leatherman
And told me never let 'em in
I've been making paper likе a money machine
That b*t*h white likе Dylan Brady, got me feeling so clean
When I walk up on the promenade, now I do what I want
These b*t*hes see me and they want my bod, like oh my G-God
This lil' boy MOL$, he kinda cute, but damn he flexin' a lot
That's 'cause I came up from the dirt and now I'm coppin' a lot
I said, ayy, grab you by the heart like I was killua
Leave you in the dark then power up like Tony Stark
Wait this hook about to start
Cut you down like I was Marth
I got hoes in every time zone and they're tearing me apart
Oh my God, I'm so strong now
Jesus f**king Christ, I did that with no effort
You know, I'm sorry man, I think I need to order another tank top
I really liked that tank top
Damn, I didn't think I'd be that strong to f**kin' just rip it
I didn't even have a hole in it, I just f**kin' ripped it
It's that easy now? What the f**k
I think your ho' she wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin glickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky
Think your ho' she wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin glickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky, yeah
She a bad b*t*h, she Heaven sent
You broke, you got seven cents
God gave me his Leatherman
And told me never let 'em in
I've been making paper likе a money machine
That b*t*h white likе Dylan Brady, got me feeling so clean
When I walk up on the promenade, now I do what I want
These b*t*hes see me and they want my bod, like oh my G-God
This lil' boy MOL$, he kinda cute, but damn he flexin' a lot
That's 'cause I came up from the dirt and now I'm coppin' a lot
I said, ayy, grab you by the heart like I was killua
Leave you in the dark then power up like Tony Stark
Wait this hook about to start
Cut you down like I was Marth
I got hoes in every time zone and they're tearing me apart
