[Intro]
Je t'aime, Milanezie
LUNA
[Chorus: IceBirds]
I’m a the king of the hill
I'm goin' up like Jake and Jill
I’m gettin' this money, for real
I'm gettin' this money, for real (For real)
All of these chains wit' no deal
Count up a check, for real (For real)
They know l'ma vet, for real (For real)
Gold on my neck and it's real (Gold)
All VVS and they real (VV's)
Pull back his top like a orange peel
Had to hit him wit’ the steel (Bow)
My wrist is a igloo, it chill (Chilly)
She wanna fuck, told her chill (Chill)
Got gang waitin’ on an appeal (Gang)
[Verse: IceBirds]
Cook up the fire in my kitchen (Cook it up)
She wanna fuck, give me five minutеs (Hold on)
He gotta Sprite, put a line in it
I'm wit’ yo hoе doin' side missions (Aye)
Brand new Glock and it came wit' extensions
What I jus spent on my neck was a pension
Killin' this shit, I didn’t leave a witness
Nigga still rapping, he hitless (Huh?)
Fuckin' yo bitch, is a hit or miss
Weighin' the pounds is the kitchen (Kitchen)
You jus doin' what you gotta do
I'm jus doin' what I'm ‘pose to
Tryna catch you a play, let me coach you
I'm wrappin' the packs, goin' postal
I carry the go in the holster
She gave me her number, I ghost her (Aye)
Je t'aime, Milanezie
LUNA
[Chorus: IceBirds]
I’m a the king of the hill
I'm goin' up like Jake and Jill
I’m gettin' this money, for real
I'm gettin' this money, for real (For real)
All of these chains wit' no deal
Count up a check, for real (For real)
They know l'ma vet, for real (For real)
Gold on my neck and it's real (Gold)
All VVS and they real (VV's)
Pull back his top like a orange peel
Had to hit him wit’ the steel (Bow)
My wrist is a igloo, it chill (Chilly)
She wanna fuck, told her chill (Chill)
Got gang waitin’ on an appeal (Gang)
[Verse: IceBirds]
Cook up the fire in my kitchen (Cook it up)
She wanna fuck, give me five minutеs (Hold on)
He gotta Sprite, put a line in it
I'm wit’ yo hoе doin' side missions (Aye)
Brand new Glock and it came wit' extensions
What I jus spent on my neck was a pension
Killin' this shit, I didn’t leave a witness
Nigga still rapping, he hitless (Huh?)
Fuckin' yo bitch, is a hit or miss
Weighin' the pounds is the kitchen (Kitchen)
You jus doin' what you gotta do
I'm jus doin' what I'm ‘pose to
Tryna catch you a play, let me coach you
I'm wrappin' the packs, goin' postal
I carry the go in the holster
She gave me her number, I ghost her (Aye)
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