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letra de icey dicey - tory lanez

[verse 1]
man i f-cked every b-tch in toronto
livest party in my condo
i got teesha, deesha and donna
it’s like easter pink in my sauna
f-cked up but i’m still drivin’
f-cked up but i’m still drivin’
now i’m playin’ that she jokin’
where the f-ck is my real driver?
i’m ill droppin’, she pill poppin’
they black ballin’, i’m still droppin’
and i’m toned up on that rail stop
and the f-ck boys never will stop
5’9 and she 5’2
bad as f-ck but she fine too
f-ck is wrong with these hoes, bruh?
my pocket know i’m so fined tuned
and i make a chick, break a chick
lake down and give her d-ck
spendin’ the night with your baby like we tryna babysit
nah n-gg-, we tryna get at your lady lips
only hop in and step in and mercedes whip
stop, let me get guap
walk in the room like b-tch let me get top
pay me to f-ck me b-tch, tell me to guac
we got them b-tches a penny a pop
pennies will pop, then they got drop
man, i’m on top, n-gg- d-mnit, don’t stop
god don’t know where them blamers gon’ pop
i say d-mn, i wreck it like hannibal lector
back on my solid, this animal settin’
no actin’, no anger just hang me to thank
i back off the thing and leave chesses like checkers
the freshesh don’t even come check on my checks
it’s pay low and i bailout
we’d be talkin’, that’s pain up
foreign car, i’m sittin’ tall
it’s so hard just to lay low
what’s wrong with my wrist? eyeball, eyelids
she calls me c-cky ’cause she can’t suck my d-ck
it’s too bad i’m too fly, how was your girl? how was your girl?
two words oh ah, come tell my n-gg-s who’s up?
drinkin’ liquor with my n-gg-s
wifin’ down onlike 20 hoes
i know that i might get caught
but sh-t n-gg-, there’s plenty more
hennesy, we can get poured up on hennessy
roll up and twist in the remedy
f-ckin’ with b-tches that’s 20 that look like they 23
tellin’ you, you don’t want me as an enemy, no

[hook]
call it what you want, call this sh-t a player
she be on it, uh, she f-ck with my player
me, i’m tryna cut, cut, clear
she gon’ make them payments if i think she savin’
then i might let her f-ck
i might let her f-ck
i might let her f-ck
i might let her f-ck

[verse 2]
man, what the f-ck’s wrong with these hoes, bro?
king sh-t no cobra
got a sling clip no shoulder
strap on a n-gg-, holster
back on a n-gg-, back home
like post up i’m in a row trap
ghost ridin;, hittin’ four sl-ts
my n-gg- jay shinin’ with the gold cuffs
like g sh-t, d-mn n-gg-, i’m the sh-t
caught in it like shark fins, i’m like d-mn n-gg-, i’m sea sick
sea slick on that g sh-t
i got a whip callin’ and my brae slip
hati’g hard and you ain’t my dog
like why you all on that fleek sh-t?
g6, paid flights
j’s on, plain flights
cut you late, i hit your dame twice
man for the frame, i’ve been the same nights
i’m in a thang tight and what’s your name right?
and what’s your frame like?
they claimin’ i’m drunk drivin’
get off my d-ck, i’m in the lane right? right
d-mn it, i’m so on and i’m all on
got the main light on the main street
in the daylight with my chain bright
i got a dame white, it’s all taint rights
and it ain’t right but i do it though
actin’ like you got all that bread
it ain’t like you, got too much dough
where you goin’ with all that head?
i ain’t up for talkin’ i know
shorty like my features so
it’s i between them double ds sort of like adidas
i got hoes as bad as my features
plus some .44 for the preachers
these shorties know i got heaters
clip up on ya hip just like beepers
chicks put on my d-ck, just like eat it
all that sh-t just between them hips
she pillow bite like she teethin’
i get major brain ’til i’m genius, lord
they ball, chain my double for time
and your b-tch here still callin’
i dig her like we ain’t got women, see i like women spicy like they cajun
so if i could f-ck one word then i’d be f-ckin’ amazin’

[outro]
come my n-gg- jay got dough
got this block on my wrist
if you’re lookin’ for your b-tch
she on top of our d-cks, jj
this all yours, it’s t, n-gg-, you know what i mean, n-gg-
that beautiful n-gg- you talk sh-t at your funeral, n-gg-
and f-ck wrong with these hoes, bruh?
i meet a bad b-tch, i might let her f-ck
you know what i’m sayin’?
you can’t just f-ck me for free
i might let you f-ck, baby
can’t just f-ck me, b-tch

- tory lanez

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