letra de bitch please - icecoldbishop
[intro: icecoldbishop]
brick walls with the letters wiped out, that’s murder ink
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[verse 1: icecoldbishop]
diamonds slide like the cha-cha dance (uh-huh)
hangin’ out the red flag of pawpaw’s pants
hangin’ out like my clip of the .30
turnt up like a b-tch off of perky (uh-huh)
emergency for that paper, we slide there with urgency (c’mon)
block tanked up like shaq right after the murder scene (what?)
brick walls with the letters wiped out, that’s murder ink
don’t let curtis jackson see
f-ck around and whack the ink out
sn-tch his chain and smash the motherf-ckin’ link out (uh-huh)
f-ck around and we gon’ pull a little pink out
and we out, ain’t no peace, f-ck around and pull that lease out (uh-huh)
pure game like what’s comin’ out my n-gga, sugar free mouth
bang, bang, like what’s comin’ out that motherf-ckin’ three pound
my daddy got smoked ’cause his pistol only had three rounds
and i’m down to fade, that n-gga got like three rounds in ’em
pick up your sh-ll cases, we call that a rebound, n-gga
you a whole b-tch, deep down, n-gga
wake-up call, n-gga, don’t get involved
if you didn’t wanna get your little punk ass bit
then you shouldn’t have hopped the fence and came and hit this dawg
b-tch, please
[pre-chorus: icecoldbishop]
i-i don’t feel nothin’ (uh-huh)
if you see us creepin’, we about to k!ll somethin’
back seat with a tommy like phil and lil’ cousin (uh-huh)
rad racks in the white, tell me somethin’, lil somethin’
think a bluff, b-tch please
i can’t feel my face at all (uh-uh)
and you know i got the .40 in my wasted
baby girl can’t feel it on my waist at all
if the situation sticky, i’m gon’ pull it out my d-ckies (b-tch, please)
ayy, tell ’em, n-gga
[chorus: icecoldbishop]
ayy, tell ’em, n-gga
slidin’ with my youngin’, ridin’ with my youngin’ (what? what?)
front line, dyin’ with my youngin’ (what? what?)
i am up to somethin’ (what you say?)
triflin’ and we duggin’, slidin’ off of harper (what? what?)
we ain’t ever hidin’ from no buster (what? what? b-tch, please)
tell ’em, n-gga
slidin’ with my youngin’, ridin’ with my youngin’ (what? what?)
front line, dyin’ with my youngin’
i am up to somethin’ (what? what? run it, n-gga)
triflin’ and we duggin’, slidin’ off of harper
we ain’t ever hidin’ from no buster (b-tch, please)
[verse 2: jahmed]
eye lids open at ten, now must i rinse
my face, glance at my phone, look not again
black on black, rest in peace to another n-gga
.45 tucked, on alert for another n-gga
they say, “stay dangerous, tuck ya chain if that thang hangin’
’cause jewelry drive the homies crazy like they road ragin'”
and every k!ll begins with a k, a bad endin’
see, hittin’ l!cks is optional, but gettin’ robbed isn’t
i duck my own kind and the police, b-tch, please
summer time is when the innocents flee
everybody hot, sauna, bodies flop like olympics
lost some long term n-ggas over real quick decisions
jah slippin’, never i, i count the dough and fill the bank
i’m phillip banks with the pie
take the cake and eat it too, save a n-gga not a slice
smoke the k2, a bad trip, on god, almost died
i ain’t been the same sense
ayy, a boujie broad, less attention to an instagram b-tch
see, my flaws on the wall like a sheet of paint, b-tch
hate you all, hate you all, man, you hoes ain’t sh-t
me, my dawgs off the leash and you can’t contain this
i brought sand to the… (hol’ on, wait a little bit)
i brought sand to the streets like a hurricane hit
shots of jamie with no chase and a dose of novacane
’cause b-tch, i’on feel nothin’
[pre-chorus: icecoldbishop]
i-i don’t feel nothin’ (uh-huh)
if you see us creepin’, we about to k!ll somethin’
back seat with a tommy like phil and lil’ cousin (uh-huh)
rad racks in the white, tell me somethin’, lil somethin’
think a bluff, b-tch, please
i can’t feel my face at all (uh-uh)
and you know i got the .40 in my wasted
baby girl can’t feel it on my waist at all
if the situation sticky, i’m gon’ pull it out my d-ckies (b-tch, please)
ayy, tell ’em, n-gga
[chorus: icecoldbishop]
ayy, tell ’em, n-gga
slidin’ with my youngin’, ridin’ with my youngin’ (what? what?)
front line, dyin’ with my youngin’ (what? what?)
i am up to somethin’ (what you say?)
triflin’ and we duggin’, slidin’ off of harper (what? what?)
we ain’t ever hidin’ from no buster (what? what? b-tch, please)
tell ’em, n-gga
slidin’ with my youngin’, ridin’ with my youngin’ (what? what?)
front line, dyin’ with my youngin’
i am up to somethin’ (what? what? run it, n-gga)
triflin’ and we duggin’, slidin’ off of harper
we ain’t ever hidin’ from no buster (b-tch, please)
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