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letra de like ice - big urdie

intro
no gun on my hip, (gun on my hip)
no gun on my hip, (gun on my hip)
no gun on my hip, (gun on my hip)
yeah uhhh

no gun on my hip just a pretty b-tch and she take this d-ck (haaa)
and this can’t be life, slide to my crib like f-ckin iceeee
need some advice? beat so dope so we looped it twice,
wonder why she ask? b-tch give me gr-ss or the -ss for the bus p-ss,
raven on route
takin my time and im aimed to shoot
aimin at you!
robbin yo house then the mall we loot
all blacked out straight down to the boots, even the coupe
no f-ckin birds but we got them too,

can we share this breath,
like k!llah priest only got one step
you can take what’s left
can’t hold back gotta be the best
never see what’s next
fake imitate what they cannot flex
i broke them guys
heard real lies gotta rope them guys,
no hills steep in a humma
if life ain’t sweet then it must be a bumma
never rep for funna,
not 1 moment that i ain’t 1 hunna,

quite often it feels like im trapped in a coffin,
its odd in my oddisee
im hard to be, yet alone mothaf-ckin hard to beat
ask bout my name can you check the sheet
ain’t no 4-4 next to me,
ain’t got the real recipe cause the real recipe is me
the u .r .d .i .e

- big urdie

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