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letra de walking on ice - koffee k

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[verse 1:]

walking on ice
sorry she told you about it she right
100 on my wrist 100 on my b-tch, don’t feel it dawg get used to it
yeah, my pockets fat
all the hoes lose confidence now they know that
tell your b-tch i make it stack
wrapping it but noticed that girl was wack
she caught on me tell me something i don’t know
hey, don’t wanna f-ck me i doubt it
hey, still taking dope on the low low
f-cking your girl with a gopro
d-mn she’s not my type but the vibe made me f-ck her
shout out to my n-gga cooler
shout out to all my n-ggas smoking ganja
blow that b-tch up like osama
going in like it was easy
she keep on calling me zaddy while this one’s calling papi
this sh-t is getting confusing
nah,you know i am not losing
yeah, i know this b-tch is thirsty
ain’t freaking out cuz i got the juice on me
i tryna slow down but the gas won’t let me
i tryna go home your momma won’t let me
yeah, all i wanna do is money
all you wanna do is hate me

[hook:]

just wants to make dough with fun though
no i will not f-ck on that hoe
yeah, getting calls my bad not answering
don’t worry my sh-t is not lurking
bands on my hands ready to get them dancin
don’t feel my n-ggas man you flexin
slow down we ain’t in a hurry
so what don’t you just hit on that brocoli
counting my papers all hunnid
just got her number well f-ck it
you know my shoe game is solid
you should be ready like rocky
my pockets are stuff like a turkey
let it bang right in her p-ssy
wanted a piece of my cake, nah
wanted a piece of my d-ck, yeah

[verse 2:]

told myself the f-ck outta here
like this sh-t is crazy
kinda lazy
money heavy
raining bills on my head
getting this b-tch in one night
getting this sh-t in one try
ain’t about that simple life
i’m about the super style
yeah, this kid is making me laugh
this b-tch is making mad
hold on, just got my ounces back
feed me with some stacks
f-ck them lil rats
ukulele on this b-tch
this cookie cost me a 100
wake up, saw her face and start running
flex on my ex like my boy uzi
aim the rari
sh-t, i forgot the phillies
she’s on prada
i give the d she thank me
i’m just like de nada
trying these hoes like trousers
blocking these shots howard
working on it i’m winning
bape in my head i like it
bands in my pants i like it
jugging to the max i hate it
making them mad i know it

[hook:]

just wants to make dough with fun though
no i will not f-ck on that hoe
yeah, getting calls my bad not answering
don’t worry my sh-t is not lurking
bands on my hands ready to get them dancin
don’t feel my n-ggas man you flexin
slow down we ain’t in a hurry
so what don’t you just hit on that brocoli
counting my papers all hunnid
just got her number well f-ck it
you know my shoe game is solid
you should be ready like rocky
my pockets are stuff like a turkey
let it bang right in her p-ssy
wanted a piece of my cake, nah
wanted a piece of my d-ck, yeah

[verse 1:]

walking on ice
sorry she told you about it she right
100 on my wrist 100 on my b-tch, don’t feel it dawg get used to it
yeah, my pockets fat
all the hoes lose confidence now they know that
tell your b-tch i make it stack
wrapping it but noticed that girl was wack
she caught on me tell me something i don’t know
hey, don’t wanna f-ck me i doubt it
hey, still taking dope on the low low
f-cking your girl with a gopro
d-mn she’s not my type but the vibe made me f-ck her
shout out to my n-gga cooler
shout out to all my n-ggas smoking ganja
blow that b-tch up like osama
going in like it was easy
she keep on calling me zaddy while this one’s calling papi
this sh-t is getting confusing
nah,you know i am not losing
yeah, i know this b-tch is thirsty
ain’t freaking out cuz i got the juice on me
i tryna slow down but the gas won’t let me
i tryna go home your momma won’t let me
yeah, all i wanna do is money
all you wanna do is hate me

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