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letra de iced out - dusty locane

[intro]
look
yeah, y’all n-ggas know what type time of time we on, nine-five, sh-t
it’s that nina fever get you repeater (torres)
look, ha-ha, listen (8-8-800 hertz)

[chorus]
sent up a prayer to my enemies (sent ’em), turn an opp into a memory
unload the clip, belligerent (belligerent), my suvy outside, movin’ militant
i put my .30 to the party (party), i put vv’s in my carti’s (carti’s)
and we ain’t sippin’ no bacardi, champagne on my body (grrt, grrt)
up it, up it, up it
up it, up it, up it
i said i call my suvy to up (tell ’em to up it)
up it, up it, up it
up it, up it, up it
i said i call my suvy to up (tell ’em to up it)
up it

[verse 1]
i said, “f-ck it”
it is what it is, he dead, now come and do something (come do somethin’)
if i can’t get my nina in the party, that’s the end of the function (grrt)
bad b-tches love to rump it (she love it)
if she a ten, then i’m comin’ (we comin’)
make a movie with this .45
like nick cannon, i am drummin’ (bow, bow)
look, put a price on his head, i make sure it’s expensive (expensive)
look, if i call up my demons, then my head spin
i’m 6-o and i’m rollin’ (hood)
pledge allegiance, no pretendin’ (no pretendin’)
for a v, yeah, i’m bendin’ (rrrr)
if he need a pole, i’ma lend ’em (yeah), if he f-ck with opps, then i end ’em (grrt)
[pre-chorus]
i just iced out my wrist (my wrist)
iced out my neck (my neck)
iced out your b-tch (your b-tch, look)
i just iced out my wrist (my wrist)
iced out my neck (my neck)
iced out your b-tch (your b-tch)

[chorus]
sent up a prayer to my enemies (sent ’em), turn an opp into a memory
unload the clip, belligerent (belligerent), my suvy outside, movin’ militant
i put my .30 to the party, i put vv’s in my carti’s
and we ain’t sippin’ no bacardi, champagne on my body (grrt, grrt)
up it, up it, up it
up it, up it, up it
i said i call my suvy to up (tell ’em to up it)
up it, up it, up it
up it, up it, up it
i said i call my suvy to up (tell ’em to up it)
up it

[verse 2]
send a n-gga to the lord, let him speak with his maker (with his maker)
and i’ve been smokin’ good weed (good weed), straight from jamaica
and i’ve been stackin’ all these chips (these chips), yeah, i’m talkin’ ’bout my paper (this paper)
and i came with some grips, 6-o, we the neighbor (hood)
and i like a baddie with flavor (flavor), you can’t handle your b-tch, i’ma take her (i’ma take her)
slap the d-ck on her face, f-ck her make-up (on her face)
gave my nut then i dip, i won’t lay up (layup)
i just tell that chick, “see you later” (see you later)
f-ck her case, can’t save her (can’t save her)
iced out like a glacier (glacier)
that’s why i’m walkin’ with a laser (grrt, grrt), that’s why i’m walkin’ with a laser (bow)
[pre-chorus]
i just iced out my wrist (grrt)
iced out my neck (bow)
iced out your b-tch (mmm)
i just iced out my wrist (grrt)
iced out my neck (bow)
iced out your b-tch (mmm)

- dusty locane

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