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letra de on my arm - icebirds, bando & 44 oakboy

[intro: icebirds]
yngkane, now you’re playing again
sk8kashtellem
ayy
d-mn
woah

[chorus: icebirds]
ayy, diamonds on my arm
your girl on my arm
choppa on my arm
did it on my arm
your b-tch give me super dome, and she know just what i’m on
bullets hit your dome, big backwoods, don’t smoke a cone
addicted to that money, need my paper
im in a srt with that choppa on me
know i’m gon’ drip from head to my feet
uppin’ the score if you post and delete
your b-tch wanna f-ck, and don’t gotta meet
know i count up at the sound of the beep
ima pull up in a big body
my n-ggas gon’ shoot, they only hobby
ayy, pour me up, i need two cups
smoke on gas til’ i throw up
it look like i’m sleep, but i really my be up
ten in a week, what you make in a month
my n-ggas pull up, and pop sh-t, no cap, n-gga, i don’t gotta front
jumped off the porch, and into a porsche
she eatin’ me up, and it’s making her ho-rs-
[verse: bando supreme]
ballin’ on the court in еvery sport
hop in the coupe, put it in sport
up thе score, i got bands, but i need more
flexin’ til’ my core, i smoke the gas on the way to court
this clock don’t go out, it’s still working like it’s overtime
you cross that line if you wan’, spill him like a cup of drank
we put him in this wood, and smoke it in your hood just to celebrate

[ verse 2: 44 oakboy]
my young n-ggas, they catchin’ bodies for yeezys, they did it for yeezus
thirty shots in this glock 19, and i jus iced out my jesus piece
f-ck around, and caught a body, had to ask lord, why jesus please
hit that boy with that stick, but didn’t wanna do it
i know she from the hood, she smokin’ squares, and sippin’ henny
runnin’ through the hood with this ar strapped up in the hemi
in my hood i’m like big meech, pockets fat, they on peezy
pull up, get some face, and i’m leaving

- icebirds bando 44 oakboy

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