Lyrics to Icey Dicey
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(Verse)
Man I fuck every bitch ion Toronto
Loud party in my condo
I got tissue deep in
It's like easter spring in Montana
Fucked up but I'm still dry
Fucked up but I'm still dry
Now I'm playing that she joking
Where the fuck is my real drive?
I'm air dropping she pill popping
Make black balling I'm still dropping
And I'm toned up on that rail stop
And them fuck boys never will stop
5'9 and she found some
Baddest fuck but you find too
Fuck is wrong with these hoes bruh?
My pocket know I am flying too
Now break it, she make it
She lay down and take it
Bitch stunning and I with yo baby like we tryna babysit
Nah nigga we tryna get at your lady
It's only hop in and step in, that Mercedes with stock
Let me get guap
Walk In the room like bitch let me get top
Pay me to fuck me bitch tell me to guap
We got them bitches a penny a pop
Pennies will pop then they got drop
Man I'm on top nigga damn it don't stop
Yall don’t want walk where them blamers gonna pop
I say damn it I wreck it like Hannibal Lecter
Back on my side like it’s animal sector
No acting no anger just hang me to thick
And I back off the thing and leave chesses like checkers
The freshest don’t even come check on my checker
It’s pay low and I bail out
We be talking, that's payin up
Foreign car I'm sitting tall
Live so hard just to lay low
What's wrong with my wrist?
Eyeball, eyelids
Chico mi kaki 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 uuu a
Come tell my niggers who's up?
Drinking liquor with my niggas
Wifing down on like 20 hoes
I know that I’mma get caught
But shit nigga it's plenty more
Hennessy, we can get brought up on Hennessy
Run up and twist in the remedy
Fucking with bitches that's 20
They look like 23
Telling you you don’t me as an enemy

(Hook)
Calling and she know where to call and she blow
She be on the up and she fuck with my blow
Me I'm trying to cut cut close
She gone making payments if I think of stuntin
And I might let her fuck
I might let her fuck
I might let her fuck
I might let her fuck

(Verse)
Man what the fuck's wrong with these hoes, bro?
King shit no cobra
I got a sling clip no shoulder
Strap on a nigga holster
Back on a nigga back home
Like post up I’m in a road truck
Ghost riding hitting full flux
My nigga Jay shining with the gold cuffs
I’m like G shit, damn nigga I'm this shit
Call Bennon like Sean Prince I’m like damn nigger I'm sea sick
Sea slick on that G shit
I got a whip calling in my bracelet
Hating hard and you ain't my dog
Like why you all on that lee shit?
G6 paint flies Jay's on plain flights
Cut you late I hit you dang twice
Man for the frame I've been the same nights
I’m there damn title with your name right
What your frame like?
They flaming I'm drunk driving
Get off my dick, I’m in the right? Right
Damn it I'm so on and I'm all on in the main light
On a main street in the daylight with my chain bright
I got a dang white so I’ll tell you right
And it ain't right but I do it though
Acting like you got all that bread
It ain't like you got too much dough
Where you go with all that head?
I ain't up for talking I know shorty like my features so
If I be swingin them double D’s, sorta like Adidas
I got hoes as bad my features
Plus some 44’s for them creepers
And yo Shawty know I got heaters
Clipper on yo hip like just deepers
Chicks put on my dick just like keep the lips
And all that shit just between the lips
She pillow bite like she teething
I hear major breaks I'm like genius
Chain my double for time
Your bitch is still calling
I dig her like we ain't got women
See I like women spicy like they Haitian
So if I put for longer
Then I'll be fucking that model

(Hook)
Calling and she know where to call and she blow
She be on the up and she fuck with my blow
Me I'm trying to cut cut close
She gone making payments if I think of stuntin
And I might let her fuck
I might let her fuck
I might let her fuck
I might let her fuck

(Bridge)
Cuz my nigga Jay got dough
Got this block on my wrist
If you're looking for your bitch
She on top of our dicks

(Outro)
Cuz it’s all yours just to see nigga
You know what I mean nigga
That beautiful nigga, you talk shit it’s yo funeral nigga
And fuck wrong with these hoes bruh?
I meet a bad bitch I might let her fuck
You know what I'm saying
You can't just fuck me for free
I might let you fuck baby
You can’t just fuck me bitch
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