EST Gee - Ice Talk (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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EST Gee - Ice Talk (en) şarkı sözleri
Who got the ups on us strap
across your shirt
Like nigga buckle up
You came in
so I send you on that hit
Might die you fuck it up
Clip hold got
like t trimmers
Real street nigga
my money up
Wave this bitch
like hey what’s up
Soon as fat boy
get close enough
Niggas don’t want bums
they punks
On ig
up I post em up
I’ll talk to them bodies
late at night
When I be rollin’ up
They know it’s us
Go with all that flaggin’
bitch you braggin’ now
Choke on bruh
40 That’s the caliber
the magazine the 17
I got this from medallin
18 times 33
I hope he ain’t
sellin’ dreams
Might go back
to mailin’ keys
I don’t want no good bitch
Make dugg bitch
a felon please
Maurey’s methamphetamine you
know this that ice talk
Cop I don’t fool
that pipe off
Yellow tape
white chalk
Ot gettin’ this ice off
400 hundred mounds
Every country town around
we beat it down
Used to bag up pieces
sittin’ up east
Listenin’ to
‘wipe me down’
I know they don’t
like me now
All your brothers,
sisters, cousins
Feds ever hit the house put
my shit in the oven
They get cheaper
by the dozen
Roster,
grew to a monster
We blow them choppers bitch I
don’t know my after bitch
Tell me what
come after rich
Play with us
we whackin’ shit
Claimin’ shit
and stampin’ shit
Fuck y’all
Yeah, yeah,
yeah these niggas
Don’t want beef with
us they ig killers
We bendin' blocks
and 3 rentals
I don’t see niggas
Keep drillin’
bitch we breed killers
We elite spinners
big shiner
Keep his heat with him eat
and sleep with it
Wake up
Bitch wanna fuck the youngin’
from the front
Go get that makeup
To make sure all my niggas
had a piece
I took a pay cut
Hoe gon’ put this apartment
in her name
You need some pay stubs i’m
crankin’ off fake drugs
400 In 8 months 10 with
me like they stuck
The driver like my idol
That’s the only bitch
I can’t touch
These niggas is not me
These niggas is not g
Got blow pack
got roxys
Got weed stems
some boxed gin
I’m top 10
Go cash one
and get locked in
Got outta line
and get knocked in
In my city i’m top 10
I’m 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,
6, 7, 8, 9
With a white boy
snortin’ h lines
In the side county
Niggas can’t find with a
4-5 on my waistline
Like fuck next
i’m lit now
Cross door i’m big slime
I’m still slidin’
I’m rich now
Everybody gotta pick sides
Took a risk to hold up
my wrist high
My lil brother
took 6 lives
He a lil nigga
but look 6’5
Can’t the ops say
That they didn’t hide
Yeah
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