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letra de stretch - icebirds

[intro]
(neighborhood superstar)
ayy

[chorus]
too much drink, i’m stuck
i’m in the coupe, don’t know how to drive
too many ‘woods to the face
gettin’ too geeked, i be gettin’ too high
too many chains on my neck
your b-tch, she diggin’ my neck
got a lil’ b-tch, she bad
love when she give me that neck
got these n-ggas mad, got these haters upset
know we got choppers on deck
break it down and make it stretch

[verse 1]
put three p’s in a blunt
know that i’m smokin’ on runtz
we put a opp in a blunt
we smoke a opp like a blunt
i buy a bih’ what she want
wock’ or the tris’, what you want?
i give her that d if she want
i smoke out the p when i want
foreign car drivin’ too fast
in the coupe, too much gas
brand new glock wit’ extended mags
diamonds don’t need no flash
too many diamonds hang around my throat
f-ckin’ that b-tch and she call me the goat
i do the this sh-t for the fam’, for the folks
steppin’ on n-ggas, that’s murder she wrote
[chorus]
too much drink, i’m stuck
i’m in the coupe, don’t know how to drive
too many ‘woods to the face
gettin’ too geeked, i be gettin’ too high
too many chains on my neck
your b-tch, she diggin’ my neck
got a lil’ b-tch, she bad
love when she give me that neck
got these n-ggas mad, got these haters upset
know we got choppers on deck
break it down and make it stretch
i go to sleep with a tec
no referee, that’s a tech’
pourin’ up lean, high-tech
ain’t met a n-gga like me yet

[verse 2]
ain’t met a n-gga like me yet
he wanna be like me? yes
they know i’m the icey, yes
know i’m fly like jet
n-ggas be too down bad
n-ggas get no respect
heavyweight champ, no, i don’t need a belt
put me in the game and i’m ball like steph
ar-15 and it came with the belt
uppin’ the heat and we makin’ you melt
n-ggas be hatin’, never leave my gun
if i up the xd and i’m takin’ your breathe
ayy, my n-ggas gon’ step to this
addicted to money, need help with it
i keep all my money, some selfish-sh-t
n-ggas ain’t real, they not built for this
[chorus]
too much drink, i’m stuck
i’m in the coupe, don’t know how to drive
too many ‘woods to the face
gettin’ too geeked, i be gettin’ too high
too many chains on my neck
your b-tch, she diggin’ my neck
got a lil’ b-tch, she bad
love when she give me that neck
got these n-ggas mad, got these haters upset
know we got choppers on deck
break it down and make it stretch
i go to sleep with a tec
no referee, that’s a tech’
pourin’ up lean, high-tech
ain’t met a n-gga like me yet

[outro]
neighborhood superstar
plug

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