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letra de ice all on my veins - savage d’nade

[intro]
(tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up!)
yeah… uh
savage d’nade, b-tch
o’block 67th — huh?
northside sh-t — let’s go

[chorus]
ice all on my veins, i can’t feel a thing, nah (frozen)
he dissed me then ran — now he missin’, that’s on gang, yeah (p-ssy)
posted with a .40, got a switch and let it bang (brrt)
you was cappin’ in them comments, now we slidin’ where you hang (boom, boom)
ice all on my veins (what?), i don’t feel no pain (nah)
catch him outta bounds, pop his top and melt his brain (boom!)
say he with the smoke? boy, you goofy, you a stain
i just spent like fifty racks — and that was just for aim (grrah, grrah)

[verse 1]
b-tch, i came from trenches, where we walk with no regrets (at all)
turned a opp into a shirt, now his name just gеt respect (dead n–a)
you was cryin’ on thе ‘gram, i was loadin’ up the tech (facts)
all that woofin’ on them posts, now yo’ mans ain’t got no neck (dumb-ass)
walkin’ round like i’m the don — these diamonds cold as death (bling)
he said he want a fade, till that draco took his breath (shhh)
i ain’t hidin’, i ain’t duckin’, btch, i’m posted by the steps
if the reaper want a feature, i might send him to the west (woo)
[chorus]
ice all on my veins, i can’t feel a thing, nah (frozen)
he dissed me then ran — now he missin’, that’s on gang, yeah (boom!)
posted with a .40, got a switch and let it bang (brrt)
you was cappin’ in them comments, now we slidin’ where you hang (p-ssy)
ice all on my veins (huh?), i don’t feel no pain (nope)
catch him outta bounds, pop his top and melt his brain (boom-boom!)
say he with the smoke? boy, you goofy, you a stain (facts)
i just spent like fifty racks — and that was just for aim (ayy, let’s go)

[verse 2]
we don’t type — we pull up black trucks, four deep (skrrt)
hollow tips kiss his face like that sh-t was too sweet (muah)
lil bruh caught a body, he don’t even got id (nope)
now he braggin’ in the cell like it’s hbo and bet (b-tch)
i don’t trust no soul, i done seen my homie flip (grimy)
kept a stick since thirteen, had a glock before my whip (facts)
he was yellin’ out “on gang,” now he quiet in a ditch
ain’t no peace for all that dissin’ — that’s the code, now you a glitch (brrrt!)

[outro — spoken]
yeah… ha
savage d’nade, hoe
o’block 67th
we don’t write no captions — we write eulogies, n-gga
(boom!)
ice all on my f-ckin’ veins… i can’t feel sh-t

- savage dnade

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