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letra de ice with an n - rebelsofparadise

[hook: tommy & scuba]
b-tch i’m nice
that’s ice with an n
i’m feeling so d-mn wavy
freezing hoes when i walk in
b-tch i’m clean
that’s that c with the lean
don’t make a sound just wipe me down
look at that smile so fresh, so clean
d-mn i’m nice as f-ck
d-mn i’m clean as f-ck
d-mn i’m nice as f-ck
d-mn i’m clean as f-ck
d-mn i’m nice as f-ck
d-mn i’m clean as f-ck
d-mn i’m nice as f-ck
d-mn i’m clean as f-ck

[verse 1: tommy]
d-mn i’m nice as f-ck
what the f-ck is in my cup
i can’t feel my lungs
smoke to much will leave you stuck
roll another blunt it’s bout that time to double up
i came in fresh as hell scoping for some clydesdales
i like them thick, long hair
in some heels with fancy nails
she said she bougie b-tch
don’t ask the price cause she don’t care
can’t another nigga kick shit like me
i’m a shark up in the water better tread lightly
you some guppy -ss niggas in the school looking weak
better ask your b-tch wanna know about me
fresh -ss nigga but i don’t wear no white tees
i’m a bless y’all niggas live my life stress-free
count up the money eating little dandies
blunts outta soda can smoking pepsi
i-i-i smoke that ‘what’s that smell’
f-ck the cops we got the bail
y’all must stay seeing my teeth
they gold as hell my grill on fleek
might have to bald my head
mr. clean i’m fresh for feds
i hope they watching me
take a pic cause b-tch i’m geek
open the bottle that’s the henn to the y
making doctor money like a m. to the d
now i got a fetish for them ben’s to the g’s
pockets fat as hell never empt to the y

[verse 2: scuba]
and it was just a dream
another young nigga trying to get that cream
a bunch of young niggas trying to chase that guap
rebels of p got the streets on lock
ride foreign’s when the sun go down
boy you was lying this ain’t your town
never heard of ’em
and even if i did, not a word from them

scuba: shhh hold on hold on
wait did you hear that?
tommy: hell nah
scuba: it’s quiet

them boys’ ain’t making no noise
all sound the same
they be talking bout the same shit
no wonder you all in the same spot
talking ’bout bricks that you ain’t flip
talking ’bout hoes’ that you can’t get
can’t entertain that lame shit
i’m just getting so fresh and so clean clean
counting this money that green green
i was the one with the sauce
try and compete then you taking the loss
popping my collar it’s lit
cause i made myself a boss
i’m sorry you ain’t got the juice
i might cop the boost and then jump through the roof
(i might cop the boost and then jump through the roof)

- rebelsofparadise

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