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letra de icebox jones - manic tl

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[hook]
think i need a bigger bag
’cause i keep a lot of cash now
i was goin’ broke, but that sh-t is in the past now
i don’t read the tag, i swipe it until i pass out
while they still all still tryin’ to see inside of my glass house

[verse i]
funny how they act like a gangster in front of cameras
you met us through the biz? then you probably couldn’t stand us
i swing for the rotten apple, the only land on the planet
but my red and black drip look like i done played for atlanta

oh my god, godd-mn it
d-mn it, we wildin’ out
take any longer theres damage
and i’m the man of the house
so i’ll happily show you out

now, maybe just by a show of hands
you showin’ em what you’re ’bout
or you’re cozy up in the stands?

run the game like a console
i get all up in her tonsils
i see the path got a pot hole
i swerve around the debacle
sh-t, pass your homie a bottle, i got a reason to toast
i look like i hit the lotto, i’m always doing the most

i keep a coat with lapels, my b-tch is draped in chanel
gabanna, fendi, and prada, and she bought all that herself

right when i’m up i get at it like it was part of a drill
these streets is fiendin’ for tl like he was part of a pill

know you feel it, bag it, and deal it
i wave it, i don’t conceal it
realest ma’f-cker doin’ it
knew the second they hear it

i’m delirious for the money, try to take it you spilt
i’ll be d-mned if a motherf-cker try to take what i built

[hook]
think i need a bigger bag
’cause i keep a lot of cash now
i was goin’ broke, but that sh-t is in the past now
i don’t read the tag, i swipe it until i pass out
while they still all still tryin’ to see inside of my glass house

[verse ii]
im’a hang up for now, i done heard enough of your sh-t
i keep a pound on the counter, we smoke as quick as we twist
everyday new endeavor, my life is as quick as they get
i leave to go do whatever and i come back with a b-tch

switch to left and jet ahead a’cause of everyone slowin’
the meter can’t even read the speed with the way that its goin’

every shows a different commotion, but promoters say keep it comin’
’cause peoples ‘pourin in, from the beginning we had it jumpin’

they hate us or love us, they’d never claim they above us
my biggest haters pray i’d share they sh-t so they’d get discovered

im their mothers favorite, i made it just by playin’ it baby
i broke all of the high scores, now they tryin’ to pay me
or tryin’ to erase me, you’re crazy, even by my standards
you’re out stacked, and out rapped, and over all out managed

i ain’t handin’ hand-outs to no one
like, f-ck what your avenue is
my trap has always been boomin’
like i was listening to music
like, f-ck you i really do this
my shooters is hardly human
and thank god that sh-t is true
’cause so many threaten the movement
you talkin’ talk but all that sh-t is clearly nuisance
you gotta walk the walk, ’cause sh-t out here will really get ruthless

[hook]
think i need a bigger bag
’cause i keep a lot of cash now
i was goin’ broke, but that sh-t is in the past now
i don’t read the tag, i swipe it until i pass out
while they still all still tryin’ to see inside of my glass house’
(x2)

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