Iced Out Necklace歌词

作词 : Cameron J Thomaz/Edward Murray
作曲 : Cameron J Thomaz/Edward Murray
Iced out necklace
My girl got a girlfriend
don’t **** with n****s she’s sexist
Hop in she give me dome
before we even get to the exit
Get money then we exit
Aint bout money then exit
Count it backwards I’m dyslexic
Got bad bitches undressing
I got bottles in my section
I got more that’s coming
bring another one
I keep ‘em guessing
Your homies ain’t your homies
anymore
they just some yes men
Foot on the gas I press it
I’m blowing gas there’s pressure
She holdin’ back confessions
Put two middle fingers up
say **** your life
Made more money than
you in your ****ing life
She don’t want you dawg
she wanna **** your life
Ain’t nobody hatin on you
**** your life
**** your cars **** your ice
**** that bitch don’t **** you right
**** that n***a he won’t fight
**** the 12 we out on sight
**** your team **** your stripes
**** your boss if he don’t like
And I know I’m ****in’ right
**** your dawg **** your life
Iced out necklace
My girl got a girlfriend
don’t **** with n****s she’s sexist
Hop in she give me dome
before we even get to the exit
Get money then we exit
Aint bout money then exit
Count it backwards I’m dyslexic
Got bad bitches undressing
I got bottles in my section
I got more that’s coming
bring another one
I keep ‘em guessing
Your homies ain’t your homies
anymore
they just some yes men
Foot on the gas I press it
I’m blowing gas there’s pressure
She holdin’ back confessions
I learned my lesson yeah
Y'all can keep the rest of it
No matter where I’m at
y’all n****s get pressed
Leave the crib I’m gettin’ pressed
Cardiac under arrest
Yeah yeah I’m smoking the best
Yeah yeah I’m higher than the rest
Yeah yeah it’s time to invest
Yeah yeah I’m gold in the flesh
Yeah yeah they love how I dress
Yeah yeah I’m man of the year
Yeah yeah rari directions
Yeah yeah constantly flexin’
Yeah you in the comedy section
Yeah yeah man of the year yeah yeah
Iced out necklace
My girl got a girlfriend
don’t **** with n****s she’s sexist
Hop in she give me dome
before we even get to the exit
Get money then we exit
Aint bout money then exit
Count it backwards I’m dyslexic
Got bad bitches undressing
I got bottles in my section
I got more that’s coming
bring another one
I keep ‘em guessing
Your homies ain’t your homies
anymore
they just some yes men
Foot on the gas I press it
I’m blowing gas there’s pressure
She holdin’ back confessions