Jazz Cartier

"Itchin’ for a Lick"

[Intro]
We're dead, we're dead, we're dead

[Chorus]
Everything you n*ggas on, I ain't with that, n*gga
Heard 'em say "You fell off", this that get back, n*gga
I ain't come, for the talk, I don't chit-chat, n*gga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that
Riding 'round the city, it's a motherf*ckin' witch hunt
Baby want some money, just so can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itchin' for lick, itchin', itchin' for a lick

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Lookin' at my bills, where my motherf*ckin' at? (Where my money?)
Deep inside the Hills, from a place where it ain't sunny at
Whoa, mess around
You might get your tummy tapped
Hundreds in the ground with baking soda, that's a mummy wrap (Oh)
I do what I want
I pull up to the Mondrian, I been smokin' on a blunt
I don't even smoke on blunts
You not a boss, you got laid off
Cuzzi got Cartier shades on (Ayy)
Cuban link on me like Raekwon (Ayy)
And heroes can die with their cape on
And my thoughts paralyzed, this a paranoid mind, whoa
Hell up in a cell, I've been one with mankind
I've been steppin' on mines, takin' what's mine
This time I'ma run it up, set the bar, f*ck it up, whoa

[Chorus]
Everything you n*ggas on, I ain't with that, n*gga
Heard 'em say "You fell off", this that get back, n*gga
I ain't come, for the talk, I don't chit-chat, n*gga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that, n*gga
Riding 'round the city, it's a motherf*ckin' witch hunt
Baby want some money, just so can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itchin' for lick, itchin', itchin' for a lick

[Verse 2]
Ayy
Cash man, give me all the money in the register
Backhand, knockin' out competitors I'm Federer
Black man, no more dirty money, call my creditor
No Batman, nowadays I'm movin' like the Riddler
Lie to the pus*y, the truth gon' hurt
I was riding 'round the city, in a two-tone 'vert
Heartbreak gon' hurt (Ooh)
Don't get hooked on percs (Yeah)
n*ggas missin' for the struggle, wanna click for the perks
And my last b*tch, used to strip
Ass fat, super thick
Couldn't stay with her, plus she never went to school
And sh*t I stunt (I stunt), I flex (I flex), I don't get checked
I place (I place), my bet (My bet)
And win, what's next?
JLF

[Outro]
Everything you n*ggas on, I ain't with that, n*gga
Heard 'em say "You fell off", this that get back, n*gga
I ain't come, for the talk, I don't chit-chat, n*gga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that, n*gga, whoa
She wanna spend the night, where your b*tch at n*gga?
Heard you huggin' on a pipe, gotta quit that n*gga
Don't be playin' with your life, push that sh*t back, n*gga
If I gotta, tell 'em twice, they gon' miss that
Riding 'round the city, it's a motherf*ckin' with hunt
Baby want some money, just so can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itchin' for lick, itchin', itchin' for a lick

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