Icey Dicey lyrics

[Verse 1]
Man, I f*cked every b*tch in Toronto
Livest party in my condo
I got Teesha, Deesha and Donna
It's like Easter pink in my sauna, ha
f*cked up but I'm still drivin'
f*cked up but I'm still drivin'
Nah, I'm playin' that's a joke
Where the f*ck is my real driver?
I'm ill droppin', she pill poppin'
They black ballin', I'm still droppin'
And I'm toned up on that rail stop
And them f*ck boys never will stop
5'9 and she 5'2
Bad as f*ck but she fine too
f*ck is wrong with these hoes, bruh?
My pocket know so I'm fined tuned
And I break a chick, make a chick
Lay down and take a di*k
Spendin' the night with your baby like we tryna babysit
Nah n*gga, we tryna get at your lady lips
Only hop in and step in our Mercedes whip
Stop, let me get guap
Walk in the room like, "b*tch, let me get top"
Pay me to f*ck me b*tch, tell me to guap
We got them b*tches a penny a pop
Pennies a pop, then they got drop
Man, I'm on top, n*gga, damn it, don't stop
Y'all don't want walk where them blamers gon' pop
I say damn it, I wreck it like Hannibal Lecter
Back on my solid, this animal settin'
No actin', no anger just hand me the Tec
I back off the thing and leave chesses like checkers
The freshest don't even come check on my check
And it's pay low and I bailout
We'd be talkin', that's pain up
Foreign car, I'm sittin' tall
It's so hard just to lay low
What's wrong with my wrist? Eyeball, eyelids
She call me c*cky 'cause she can't suck my di*k
It's too bad I'm too fly, how was your girl? How was your girl?
Two words ooh, ah, come tell my n*gga woosah
Drinkin' liquor with my n*ggas
Wifin' down on like 20 hoes
I know that I'ma get caught but sh*t n*gga, it's plenty more
Hennessy, we can get poured up on Hennessy
Roll up and twist up the remedy
f*ckin' with b*tches that's 20 that look like they 23
Tellin' you, you don't want me as an enemy, no
[Chorus]
Call it what you want, call this sh*t player
She be on it, uh, she f*ck with my player
Me, I'm tryna cut, cut, clear
She gon' make them payments
If I think she savin'
Then I might let her f*ck
I might let her f*ck
I might let her f*ck
I might let her f*ck

[Verse 2]
Man, what the f*ck's wrong with these hoes, bruh?
King sh*t no cobra
Got a sling clip no shoulder
Strap on a n*gga holster
Back on a n*gga, back home
Like post ups I'm in the wrong truck
Ghost ridin, hittin' four sl*ts
My n*gga Jay shinin' with the gold cuts
Like G sh*t, damn n*gga, I'm the sh*t
Caught in it like shark fins, I'm like damn n*gga, I'm sea sick
T slick on that G sh*t
I got a whip colder than my bracelet
Hatin' hard and you ain't my dog, like why you all on that flea sh*t?
G6, plane flights
J's on, plain flights
Cut you late, I hit your dame twice
And then f*ck the frame up in the same night
I'm in a thing tight and what's your name right?
And what's your frame like?
They claimin' I'm drunk drivin'
Get off my di*k, I'm in the lane right? Right
Damn it, I'm so on, man I'm more on
Than the main light on the main street
In the daylight with my chain bright
I got a dame white, it's all taint rights
And it ain't right but I do it though
Actin' like you got all that bread
It ain't like you, got too much dough
Where you goin' with all that head?
I ain't up for talkin' I know shorty like my features so
It's I between them double Ds sort of like Adidas
I got hoes as bad as my features
Plus some .44 for the preachers
These shorties know I got heaters
Clip up on ya hip just like beepers
Chicks put on my di*k, just like keep the lips
All that sh*t just between them hips
She pillow bite like she teethin'
I get major brain 'til I'm genius, Lord
They ball, chain my double for time
And your b*tch here still callin'
I dig her like we ain't got women I see, I like women spicy like they Cajun
So if I could f*ck one word then I'd be f*ckin' amazin'
[Chorus]
Call it what you want, call this sh*t a player
She be on it, uh, she f*ck with my player
Me, I'm tryna cut, cut, clear
She gon' make them payments if I think she savin'
Then I might let her f*ck
I might let her f*ck
I might let her f*ck
I might let her f*ck

[Outro]
Come my n*gga Jay got dough
Got this block on my wrist
If you're lookin' for your b*tch, she on top of our di*ks, JJ
This all yours, it's T, n*gga, you know what I mean, n*gga
That beautiful n*gga you talk sh*t at your funeral, n*gga
And f*ck wrong with these hoes, bruh?
I meet a bad b*tch, I might let her f*ck
You know what I'm sayin'?
You can't just f*ck me for free
I might let you f*ck, baby
Can't just f*ck me, b*tch