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letra de ice ice baby remix - jesus walks

-[() = ray fisher]

jesus:

-whispers-
ha
ice spice made this
yeah
opps gettin’ lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy
i found an ad in the paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
alright stop
education’s missing
two plus two that’s simple addition
like kim possible i’m on a mission
ice spice made this
so i ain’t sh-t then
lil mild sauce, lil ranch, lil ketchup, lil dance
eatin’ chicken and biscuits on the tour de france
still got both nuts swingin’ in my pants
still got two testes, don’t call me lance
(thirty five hundred, big goddam truck)
(full of straight diesel, she’s all gassed up)
(my pickup’s got grit, gave it six truck nuts)
(if your ass gets hit then she might just cum)
roll mе a blunt, now i’m in the cut stressin’
my truck is a diesеl, i got me a weapon
if i see you then you best get to steppin’
come up on the curb, i’m first, my homie come second
(if i crash into a sedan they’re done)
(kia souls, i’ve taken several souls from the jump)
big ass truck axels raised up
show love like a baby seal hittin’ the club
(but back to my truck and i’m still f-cked up)
(i’m not sober, ran over red rover, no closure)
eight cup holders, look over your shoulder
b-tch i’m creepin’, don’t get runned over
(this truck makes me colder, i indecent exposure while driving)
(and no one can tell cus’ i’m higher)
look at these rims, look at these tires
fill her up once, she never gets tired
my car’s better than a car named desire
i call her desiree, add e, that’s fire
(first day i got my truck, i was mad f-cked up)
(i was high on snuff, pills, and huffin’ other stuff)
(salesman tried to stop me so i called his bluff)
(i pulled out the truck and he shut the f-ck up)
yo shut the f-ck up, y’all don’t know sh-t
you’d act like me if you had this whip
(is it really a car crash if my truck is fine?)
(well i ran from the scene so it’s not a crime)
i read what you said about me online
so what i have s-x with my truck all the time?
(i don’t f-ck my truck, i make love to my truck)
(it’s normal, in fact, it’s just how i unwind)
two bottles of wine, one h-ll of a night
(just me and my truck, i never decline)
i don’t know my kids, my truck is my life
(now that i’m divorced, my truck is my wife)
i lay the pipe in her pipe, call me peter
(my wife was a cheater, she f-cked derek jeter)
she f-cked him in church and in our home theater
(she f-cked a school teacher, i couldn’t believe her)
she said “it’s me or the kids” i chose neither
(i’ll always choose truck, i’m in love with the diesel)

- jesus walks

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