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letra de focused - icecoldbishop

[part i]

[skit]
aye, baby
you make me wanna scream from the top of a six floor palace ([?])
so i can tell the world that i love you ([?])
now i might not really know what love is, baby ([?])
’cause my daddy died when i was two but, sh-t ([?])
i think i do ([?])
now earlier tonight, i did some really, really bad things ([?])
but i think it was all [?] ([?])
because, if i didn’t do it then, i wouldn’t be here with you ([?])
n-gga, she not f-cking with you, n-gga
go grab you one of these b-tches on the dance floor
and, let’s get it crackin’, on the dead homies (ah)
aye, n-gga, give me my motherf-ckin’ bottle back rеal quick
and, let me get that mothеrf-cka’, haha
yeah, haha
ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
[intro]
my feet never stop workin’
these birds never stop chirpin’
the birds are chripin’
the birds are chirpin’ (ah, look)

[verse 1]
the homie said, “pull up in thirty minutes
let’s link up
got a bottle so we finna go f-ck on felicia
sharonda finna throw a house party in the section
bad b-tches everywhere, homie, make your selection”
i see b-tches everywhere
game cold, i can make a b-tch stop and stare
i’m that n-gga
i see you thinking about starting something, n-gga
don’t you dare ’cause, that dog, he barks
he bites, he scratch, he breaks
he’ll put that fear inside your heart soon as you touch that gate (ooh)
the b-tches wanna know (ooh)
the junkies wanna taste (ooh)
i heard you was a b-tch
i never been, i can’t relate

[chorus]
(ah) i’ve been smokin’
faded but i’m focused
n-ggas [?] and they loc’n
[?] funky
yes, this is potent, but i
i’ve been smokin’
faded but, i’m focused
n-ggas [?] and they loc’n
[?] funky
yes, this is potent, but i
(look-look, uh)
[verse 2]
it’s hard to concentrate
’cause, we really fresh off a mission (uh huh)
i tried to pray today
but, i think we’re far from forgiveness (on mamas)
party full of off-brands
no talk, all hands
on a n-gga if he trippin’
cause we trippin’ off xans
okay, speaker almost f-cked up my high
n-gga stepped on my shoe
almost f-cked up my vibe
she gon’ back that ass up
i’ma touch on her thigh
she gon’ turn that ass ’round
i’ma look in her eye (ooh)
i just might take your soul (your soul)
hop on and take control (hop on it)
this d-ck is made of gold (of gold)
real mack sh-t, i might scroll
this my sh-t, this sh-t bop
jiggin’ hard and my heart won’t stop (sweatin’)
somebody said some n-ggas pullin’ up in they [?]
hold up, one second, n-gga
this is my sh-t
[part ii]

[intro]
ayy, hold up, this sh-t, on the dead homies
n-gga, uhh
hold up, hold up, hold up, n-gga
haha, look

[chorus: trinity jefferson & icecoldbishop]
don’t mess with my gang
i’ma be the one to bring it to ya’
got my drink in my hand
[?] only, mind my lonely
don’t mess with my gang
i’ma be the one to give it to ya’
here’s a little advice for you;
don’t mess with my gang
don’t mess with my gang
i’ma be the one to bring it to ya’
got my drink in my hand
[?] only, mind my lonely
don’t mess with my gang
i’ma be the one to give it to ya’
here’s a little advice for you;
don’t mess with my gang
don’t mess with my gang
i’ma be the one to bring it to ya’
got my drink in my hand
[?] only, mind my lonely
don’t mess with my gang
i’ma be the one to bring it to ya’-

[reversed audio]

[outro]
oh my god, b-tch
did you hear what happened at sharonda house party last night?
okay, so, boom
we was in that motherf-cker going up, per usual
and i was looking good as f-ck, per usual
now, i already knew some bullsh-t was gonna happen
’cause there was way too many different hoods in one place for sh-t not to pop off
but, i really think it all started ’cause dae dae got shot the other day
everybody knew the n-ggas that shot dae dae was gonna be at sharonda party ’cause they posted it on instagram
n-ggas, per usual
and then they pulled up shot sharonda momma house the f-ck up
and then left
oh my god, n-ggas f-cked up my favorite song
and my outfit is f-cked up
last night was something else

- icecoldbishop

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