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letra de ice or life - nuk & certified nique

[intro]
i can’t do no ice challenge way i be with life sn-tchers
(the circle)
(mia jay c)
godd-mn, june

[chorus]
i can’t do no ice challenge way i be with life sn-tchers
i fell off and bounced back, i be lettin’ life happen
you got drank, n-gga, hi-tech me now
brodie spent ’bout thirty on his rollie, but do not check his watch
i ain’t even want the p-ssy, it just landed in my lap
you can throw me where the wolves be, i bet i’m gon’ adapt
i got scammin’ n-ggas sayin’ i can blow up off the jacks
i got trap n-ggas that’d rather sell the dog than catch a hat

[verse 1]
i likе my b-tches bougie bad now
i be down thе way with pretty b-tches with they ass out
you gettin’ to the money, ain’t you, n-gga? what you mad ’bout?
i ain’t finna play with you, lil’ b-tch, let me see them buns
every time a n-gga hear that— they know we the ones
when you see me in a n-gga state, i’m receivin’ funds
i abuse my kidneys with the drank ’cause i need my lungs
my fiends ain’t right ’til they get they fix
i don’t even care about my legs, b-tch, i need my wrist
since i moved away, i got b-tches wanna eat my d-ck
i’d be a mad b-tch too if i got paid off tips
lil’ brodie like a saint to me, he a god body
last n-gga played with my name, he on crime stoppers
[chorus]
i can’t do no ice challenge way i be with life sn-tchers
i fell off and bounced back, i be lettin’ life happen
you got drank, n-gga, hi-tech me now
brodie spent ’bout thirty on his rollie, but do not check his watch
i ain’t even want the p-ssy, it just landed in my lap
you can throw me where the wolves be, i bet i’m gon’ adapt
i got scammin’ n-ggas sayin’ i can blow up off the jacks
i got trap n-ggas that’d rather sell the dog than catch a hat

[verse 2]
i like trap sh-t, go get a plug from me
b-tches that i used to f-ck can’t get a hug from me
boy, you talk ’bout what you used to do, it never was money
he can’t talk ’bout what he used to do, they took a dub from him
now how real is that?
hit a pretty b-tch, i left that honey sh-t all in the scat
know a couple n-ggas gon’ bang doggy ’til they get a gnat
i’m the type of n-gga hit a b-tch and put her in a rap
the b-tch ain’t really good, but sh-t, you know i put her on her back
i put hollow tips in all my thirty clips, i want ’em bad
my lil’ n-ggas, they just wanna k!ll ’cause they don’t want a bag
i just poured an eight and then an eight, it put me on my ass
before i ask a n-gga for some sh-t, i’d rather blow my last (the circle)

- nuk certified nique

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