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letra de iced out audemars (remix) - pop smoke

[intro: pop smoke]
rico’s going crazy again
woo
iced out audemars (audemars)
i got forty thousand
i’m up in all the stores, wait
hahaha, hahaha
look
oh, you feelin’ st-rdy, n-gga?
look, we ’bout to get st-rdy now (baow)
we ’bout to get st-rdy now (look, shake it)

[chorus: pop smoke]
iced out audemars (audemars)
got like forty more (forty more)
walked in with forty thousand (forty thousand)
i’m up in all the stores (all the stores)
bad b-tch from baltimore (baltimore)
and she love dior (dior)
she throw a hunnid clip (clip)
when it rains, it pours (rains it pours)

[verse 1: pop smoke]
shawty light and s-xy (s-xy)
she like givin’ becky
s-xy like she drivin’ lexus (woo)
bad b-tch gon’ smack the reverend (reverеnd)
spin your block like tetris (tetris)
longh-rn, tеxas
i can’t f-ck no fat b-tch, never (nah)
i’m young and reckless
i said i’m shootin’ proper i make ’em cha cha
i’m a rocker, i’ll boom your casa then do the cucaracha
i order steak with lobster
after i smoke my purple
southside, n0bu, know i’m global
i’m on a different timin’
my vs diamonds dancin’ this ain’t no si stones
i’m smokin’ runtz in rome
ice on my neck, i’m freezin’
if you don’t suck d-ck, i’m leavin’
bad b-tch geekin’, showin’ cleavage
she know she teasin’
don’t try this at home
this for the rich and famous, uh
highly educated, patient
off the runtz, i’m faded
all my cars updated
only v-12 engines
all my checks is clearin’
yours is pending
only drivin’ german
in the benz, i’m swervin’

[chorus: pop smoke]
iced out audemars
got like forty more
walked in with forty thousand
i’m up in all the stores
bad b-tch from baltimore
and she love dior
she throw a hunnid clip (grrt)
when it rains, it pours

[verse 2: dafi woo]
wait, uh
i’m in hertz spending thousands (thousands)
lil’ baddies from the island (woo)
they told me, “dafi, you be wildin'”
twenty thousand on dior
and the brand new porsche got no mileage
these foreign b-tches actin’ childish
i be flossing, drippin’ with no stylist (hold on)
uh (uh)
ask rico beats, yeah, i’m a g.o.a.t
i pour the liquor, it’s a boat
b-tch, i’m dafi woo, i’m not folk (gdk)
uh, wait
and i spent a hundred on an ap (what?)
i make you n-ggas look like babies
and i throw the rock up like i’m jay-z
iced out audemars, spent like 50k
we up in all the stores (stores)
uh, uh
oh, you feeling st-rdy, n-gga? (come on)
’cause you could get shot down (boom, boom, boom)
and i spin like fifty, n-gga
’cause i keep them glocks ’round (baow)
popping percs in bally
keep her percolated
shades dark for all the haters
n-gga, i’m a taker
i make you meet your maker (rrr)
iced out audemars (hold on)
dafi woo

[verse 3: offset]
yeah, put on the patek, poppin’ xanny, i’m an addict (poppin’)
break the mattress with a baddie on the addy (smash)
diamonds glassy, need some glasses for the flashes, yeah
michael jackson with this fashion, b-tch, i’m dabbin’, yeah
i do this sh-t on purpose, got these b-tches slurpin’ (woah)
aw, your pockets on hurting? n-gga, you can be my servant (woo, woo)
go to the lot and young n-gga don’t lease it, i purchase (purchase)
after i cut off a thot, i give her some money for services (here)
wherever i go, the whole gang on go (gang), yeah
you cannot tame the ho because she want fame for sure (tame)
you think that you rich ’cause you got a hundred or more (who?) i got an over-overload, look like i just sold my soul
i pour up a four, a liter, i got the stripes, adidas (stripes)
i got a foreign mamacita and i been known to beat it (mama)
n-ggas ain’t goin’ defeated (who?), we get the guns immediate (brrt)
don’t burn in the coupe, it’s an italy (italy)
you n-ggas is broke and it’s pitiful (hey)

[verse 4: 21 savage]
yeah, kim jong, yeah, big bombs (21)
wonder bread, man, make your b-tch l!ck crumbs (yeah)
audemars piguet flooded, got my wrist numb (bling)
grab the hitstick, n-gga tryna blitz somethin’
dope boy, dope boy, i sell coke, boy (21)
you broke ass rappers food, it’s a po’ boy (21)
everybody the same, all these n-ggas sound alike (d-ck riders)
fox 5 gang turn you to a candlelight
b-tch boy, i’m a mobster, shrimp in my pasta
jamaican don dada, hang ’round the shottas mad max, n-gga, yeah, i hang with the k!llers (21)
planet of the apes, yeah, i hang around gorillas (on god)
i got ak, sk, hk, broad day (21) you a f-ckboy, we ain’t with the horseplay (b-tch)
shrimp-ass n-gga, did you do your chores today? (21)
do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today? (21) (iced out)

[verse 5: lil durk]
body bag, body bag
foe’nem, they don chopped his ass
no parole, but the pole i got, it done dropped his ass
no toll, headshot, gave his whole top a tag
drama act, in da cut were llamas at, copy cat
coppas on my ass and sh-t, ain’t do it , innocent
n-ggas know my resume, 30 poppa bay bay kid
you don’t know who bay bay is? 46, woodlawn
otf the family, even my barber tapin’ sh-t
uzi spit, got a deal
coolin with my movie b-tch
movie clip, for a opp n-gga or a goofy b-tch
get head from my groupie b-tch
you wifin hoes, you losin’ it
thinkin’ you aluminum, you would get stretched, bag, homicide
police at my baby shower
sup ‘lo, before your ass was born i saved a 100 thou
daddy on his savage sh-t, you know that boy be wildin out
you know i bring savage out
lurkin like, why they hidin out
drama life, but my whole family told me to calm it down
bro and them gotta be bonding out
me and my b-tch we bonding now
no cass, but that mac i got that b-tch work condom style
i spit crack like bobby brown
they know i’m a problem child
wifin, we don’t do that sh-t, that sh-t be trifling
cause the same b-tch that eat the cl-t, like she dyking
lovin hoes, but the same b-tch we put the pipe in
she sucking d-ck, the same b-tch you give goodnight kiss
sucka, yo ass a sucka, superman
if i can’t make you dance i bet that uzi can
backflip, if you front your move when that mac spit
all i know is drill, drill, drill on my pac sh-t my shootas gonna shoot some sh-t
ruthless sh-t cause we do this sh-t
black girls on some spooky sh-t
droppin sh-t, we go through some sh-t
red light, red tape, caught a couple ls on some goofy sh-t
goofy n-ggas claiming sh-t, n-ggas ain’t even do this sh-t
otf 300, 3hunna, no that be gbe
body count with the opps we on the top cause we stay in the lead
don’t lack, it crack, no chris paul my clippers give him 3
you betta at tennessee, i ain’t talking tennessee
massacre, robbin sh-t
masked up like i’m dracula, mobbin sh-t, no gucci mane, n-ggas know that we cashin’ up
twister with the bl!cky it’s black and it spins fast as f-ck
n-ggas rapped a life time, who’d eva thought i’d pass em’ up
i’m from west hyde and we g-ngb-ng
where shortys be posted in cuts in them gangways
crangin n-ggas, police ass n-ggas call em ranger n-ggas
free my n-gga richie rich, he be so quick to change a n-gga

- pop smoke

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