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letra de rooi - lil icecreamxx

alright guys i gotta do the intro to let you know that. um. y-you’re not gonna like this song

[part 1. delixe]

(verse 1)
like the track, i don’t even know why i still hop on tracks
like the track, i don’t even know what to say on my tracks
ya i’m a copycat, copycat, copy me, copy rats, copy this, copy that, copy heads, copy caps (yuh)

(verse 2)
when i walk outside i see all of this advertis-m-nt (yuh)
when i walk outside i see all of this gun violence (yuh)
when i walk outside i hear all of this dark silence (yuh)
when i walk outside i smell all of this weed essence (yuh)

(now your probably wondering what the songs about, we’ll lemme tell ya)

[part 2. sonnatic]

stop resisting (we made it to one minute)

(verse 1)
wake up
wake up then they brake up
pay up you should stay up
pay for caffeine, eat yo taffy, till you wake up scared and hidey
i don’t care bout what you say, i feel like thats what he said
ya i’m calling out that d n-gga (ya he sits infront of me n-gga)
(verse 2)
you need to make a lil more money cause you ain’t funny and it ain’t working for me
way i act is sweet like honey i’m a monkey (climb the tree)

(verse 3)
why should i give a care
pull on yo groupies hair
tryna touch me there
when i touch her bare
all bark no bite when i see you it’s on sight
nothin nice
all the ice
in my head turn into ice cream
wifey
lychee
ivy
spicy, now i said that one before
now i’m coming through your door
why you treat me like a chore
i don’t who know your wh0re
cause you do it every day and it’s kinda getting old now
i treat you like oj cause your kinda gettin old now

i am so out of it. i gotta change the beat (bye bye)

[part 3. bigbad]
i feel like every song i make i do the same thing. so this is a song that isn- it isn’t that (big bad beats)

(verse 1)
back when i was younger i felt like i was the younger one
back when i was younger i felt like it was tons of fun
now it’s all about the money and the funny and cool
and i’m fighting wit my head and i’m tryna keep it cool
now i know i’m rapping corny but that’s all you f-ckin listen to
know she actin h-rny but don’t want it cause her weed is boof
feel like emo mama way i’m rappin sad and he miss a tooth
feel like only strbxrst cause i’m super shy and really cool

(pre-chorus)
if you get to know me you know i don’t care bout all the sh-t right now. i’m done
just focus on myself till i am one

(chorus)
i think the s-x and the drugs has got me dead
and i’m gettin thoughts bout painting my town red
and i’m just begging for some head oh here she comes
i think the s-x and the drugs has got me dead
and i’m gettin thoughts bout painting my town red
and i’m just begging for some head oh here she comes

[part 4. rvxstarog]
this is a song dedicated to an energy drink

(verse 1)
knock ‘em out, knock ‘em out, knock ‘em out, knock ‘em out
knock ‘em out, knock ‘em out, knock ‘em out, knock ‘em out
knock ‘em dead knock ‘em dead knock em dead straight on his head
dead knock ‘em dead knock em dead straight on his head
dead knock ‘em dead knock em dead straight on his head
dead knock ‘em dead knock em dead straight on his head

(chorus)
back in back in f-ck that b-tch now i’m packin packin packin
follow lil b-tch home and i’m trackin trackin trackin
talkin bout some pounds know you cappin cappin cappin
[?]
i be posted on poarches and i’m smoking on that blunt n-gga
think yo b-tch want me cause she know that my nut bigga
why you tryna fight me is you a motherf-ckin c-nt?, figured
lil bro i think you see ghosts you a dropout ya you love hitler

(verse 2)
okay you can hear me know but i don’t know why you’d want to
colored black and white so i’m chewin on this bamboo
i’d oil her on wednesdays tommorow she look brand new
figured out yo loc that’s why they call me gumshoos

(chorus)
back in back in f-ck that b-tch now i’m packin packin packin
follow lil b-tch home and i’m trackin trackin trackin
talkin bout some pounds know you cappin cappin cappin
yuh, yuh, ouuuhhhh
i be posted on poarches and i’m smoking on that blunt n-gga
think yo b-tch want me cause she know that my nut bigga
why you tryna fight me is you a motherf-ckin c-nt?, figured
lil bro i think you see ghosts you a dropout ya you love hitler

[part 5. yung chasity cage]

(yung chasity cage on the beat, hoo ho ho)
i did gagoogidie that girl, i gashmogedied her glafable with my googus
peeta, the horse is here

(verse 1)
hop on the beat and i feel like i feature
i f-ck on the beat like i’d f-ck up on peeta
she suck on this wiener, i’m fillin her keester
her legs isn’t the crab line the trap we at easter
i don’t mean to lie but i love my hoe bonnie
i’m sippin this wine then i’m gripping the tommy
i f-ck her at 9pm like it a copy
i feel like demi cause i f-ck her so sloppy

(verse)
feelin r-t-rded like i was the horse
i f-ck with the webster cause that is my source
ridin the yacht man i feel like i’m norse
i grab the medallion when we playin fort
i’m trippin yo body like my name was jack
i be getting racks ya i’m ballin like shaq
smoke up on adam wests pack
i feel like a putershmit cause i be on crack

(chorus)
yuh yuh
yuh yuh
where yo racks at
feel like family guy
i got
back that
back that
back track
fact check like stevie griffin
big head like football
oj simpson

(outro)
i did gagoogigidie that girl (giggity)

[part 6. sleepytrxpper]

(yuh)

(verse 1)
wait
f-ck up out of my face i grip the k’ and then erase, yuh
do not give a f-ck about your feelings, not today
go roll up another blunt, take it to the face
hope that sh-t is laced
hope that sh-t is laced

(verse 2)
lowkey wanting you to die, put some scissors to your eyes
i don’t want you be alive
i don’t want to waste your time
if you ever got some sh-t to say do not go in my line
they should see me at the parkin’ lot so we can go and fight (yuh)
i wanna mask up the fact that i’m dead now
i wanna find the error of tread now
free creamy, i am a trend now
it’s good that it happened this way
so i can k!ll all these f-ggots in my way
i’m gonna make all you motherf-ckers pay
gotta check 40 bands just to chey
i’ma take the karma to do the f-ckin’ king
let’s go hop up in the f-ckin’ ring (lexi bonner biting the curb)

(verse 3)
life, ploy money, i’m makin’ this f-ckin’ money
treat a b-tch down if you lookin’ at me funny
and she be faked, quiet screamin’ like a monkey
left, right, up, down, feel it in her tummy
hop in the car, i’ma steal the visa card
if you think you goin’ far, i hope you look up at the stars
i’ll put your body in a shoppin’ cart

i don’t f-ck british
in the castle banished
i don’t f-ck wit british
hit the curb she bit it

- lil icecreamxx

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