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Lyrics

Thrax Productions

Uh
All this ice up on my body look like glitter, bitch
Yeah, let's have a cookout, cook some ribs and some
Big boolin' in the back, you know I'm bickin' it
Yeah, top down pussy blow your wig and shit
I'm a TR666-666, a demon, yeah, oh
You don't want it, bitch, you can come and get it
I'm a savage, I make some split decisions
I shoot choppers and hit head-on collisions
I spit wisdom and get that much as vision
You spit bird shit with the mind of a pigeon
That's why your money the size of a midget
I told my bitch to hop on my dick and move around like a fidget

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Yeah, yeah
Oh wow, oh wow, oh my God
Yeah, oh wow, oh wow
Oh wow, oh wow
Oh my God, oh my God, bitch
Oh wow, oh my God, bitch
Oh wow, oh, oh

He slept in that pussy, had him screamin', "Oh my God, bitch"
No, I'm not an amateur, yeah, I know how to ride dick
You fuckin' with a dime bitch, not a basic side chick
Whoever make deposits, that's who I'ma slide with
For the Porsche it's two-seater, Ferraris and garages
And my-and my thighs thick, I deserve some diamonds
He ready to cuff me, wedding dress like Dennis Rodman
Bitch, I need an Audemar, you gotta put the time in
Got the whole gang with me, I feel like Verizon
Cartier frames, ayy, just to rest my eyes in
Bitches signed the wrong deal, now they-now they cryin'
I just move in silence, and that was perfect timing, bitch

Uh
All this ice up on my body look like glitter, bitch
Yeah, let's have a cookout, cook some ribs and some
Big boolin' in the back, you know I'm bickin' it
Yeah, top down pussy blow your wig and shit
I'm a TR666-666, a demon, yeah, oh
You don't want it, bitch, you can come and get it
I'm a savage, I make some split decisions
I shoot choppers and hit head-on collisions
I spit wisdom and get that much as vision
You spit bird shit with the mind of a pigeon
That's why your money the size of a midget
I told my bitch to hop on my dick and move around like a fidget

Yeah, yeah
Oh wow, oh wow, oh my God
Yeah, oh wow, oh wow
Oh wow, oh wow
Oh my God, oh my God, bitch
Oh wow, oh my God, bitch
Oh wow, oh, oh

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