Paper Cuts IceBirds
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[Intro]
Je t'aime, Milanezie
[Chorus]
Aye, too much paper, paper cut on my thumb
I can’t feel nobody, get the money ‘til I’m numb
Loyal to the gang, no need it tatted on my arm
And they know I get that bread, I won’t never leave a crumb
And you know I’m goin’ stupid with that check but I’m not dumb
[Verse]
Niggas doin’ a lot of talk but ain’t gettin’ no cake
Juug state to state, four pockets full
Niggas diggin’ in they pockets, pullin’ out some wool
Reachin’ in my other pocket, pullin’ out the tool
Yo bitch wanna kiss all on my chains, she gon’ drool
And she wanna be my main but I cannot do it
But she she wanna give me neck while I’m makin’ music
Pleasе don’t show the Glock if you know you not gon’ use it
Yeah, I’m gеttin’ money and I got the cash to prove it
And I’m stackin’ hunnids’ and I got the bag to prove it
Gucci rag, Gucci shirt, Gucci hat that go to it
I’ma IceWater boy, please don’t send your bitch my way
If we have conversation, then we have to fuck today
And I call my choppa, "Wig Splitter", its gon’ come and slay
All red foreign and I ride it like a sleigh
Sippin’ on that drop
Jus paid hundred dollars for 4-4 lines of Wock’, that’s a juug
Had to juug a nigga out the Wock’
Ain’t know what they had, so I had to plot
Disrespect my gang, you get buried in your plot
Aye, dissin’ on my name, then some niggas gettin’ shot
Aye, I wear two chains while I’m cashin’ out the blocks
Got all this ice on but a young nigga still hot
My niggas gon’ creep, they gon’ lay down in your yard
VVS diamonds and these niggas wearin’ shards
These niggas act hard but they really not hard
Aye, they know I’m the hardest, while these niggas really fraud
Aye, fucked that hoe last week, sent her off in Uber Car
Je t'aime, Milanezie
[Chorus]
Aye, too much paper, paper cut on my thumb
I can’t feel nobody, get the money ‘til I’m numb
Loyal to the gang, no need it tatted on my arm
And they know I get that bread, I won’t never leave a crumb
And you know I’m goin’ stupid with that check but I’m not dumb
[Verse]
Niggas doin’ a lot of talk but ain’t gettin’ no cake
Juug state to state, four pockets full
Niggas diggin’ in they pockets, pullin’ out some wool
Reachin’ in my other pocket, pullin’ out the tool
Yo bitch wanna kiss all on my chains, she gon’ drool
And she wanna be my main but I cannot do it
But she she wanna give me neck while I’m makin’ music
Pleasе don’t show the Glock if you know you not gon’ use it
Yeah, I’m gеttin’ money and I got the cash to prove it
And I’m stackin’ hunnids’ and I got the bag to prove it
Gucci rag, Gucci shirt, Gucci hat that go to it
I’ma IceWater boy, please don’t send your bitch my way
If we have conversation, then we have to fuck today
And I call my choppa, "Wig Splitter", its gon’ come and slay
All red foreign and I ride it like a sleigh
Sippin’ on that drop
Jus paid hundred dollars for 4-4 lines of Wock’, that’s a juug
Had to juug a nigga out the Wock’
Ain’t know what they had, so I had to plot
Disrespect my gang, you get buried in your plot
Aye, dissin’ on my name, then some niggas gettin’ shot
Aye, I wear two chains while I’m cashin’ out the blocks
Got all this ice on but a young nigga still hot
My niggas gon’ creep, they gon’ lay down in your yard
VVS diamonds and these niggas wearin’ shards
These niggas act hard but they really not hard
Aye, they know I’m the hardest, while these niggas really fraud
Aye, fucked that hoe last week, sent her off in Uber Car
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