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ice pack - 38afri lyrics

[unique verse]
ass fat, wanna grab that
and don’t orget the money signed from my cash tag
shawty think i want her n*gga sh*t, make me laugh
that n*gga don’t give you no money, that’s your baby dad
make a n*gga swipe his card, ain’t spending no cash
go ahead give me the receipts and you carry the bags
i need a daddy and a rarri, not boy and a scat
so if a son ain’t got no money, recruit his dad
and when the dad run out of money, i’m choosing his friend
main b*tch is hating, booty too big for her legs
i f*ck a n*gga good, have him telling his friends
but it was only for promotion, don’t call me again
pull up in the wraith, you get p*ssy for lunch
you the type to suck his d*ck and give him some money
i’m the type to make him l!ck it, he never gon’ f*ck me
i might let him suck a titty if n*ggas get lucky
ass fat? wanna grab that
and don’t et the money signed from my cash tag
n*gga thinking he the man, can’t make me gag
ain’t finna listen to no n*gga who can’t give me half
have him dreaming ’bout this cookie, he begging to f*ck
get addicted, leave him stuck, p*ssy 38 runs
l!ck me like a russian cream, make him swallow my nut
you can’t impress me with a bag, n*gga, buy me a truck
and a house in the cut, a lake and a duck
i’m a dog ass b*tch, she a model in mutt
a prominent sl*t, and designer for what?
only time you get a bag is when you get f*cked
ummmm, i’ll be right back
n*ggas callin’ me from jail, forgot the right bag
i done broke a n*gga heart, he need a ice pack
have him drown in this p*ssy, need a life jacket
you can’t afford what i like, then n*gga, why ask me?
make him do it all for me, he the great gatsby
you know i’m steppin’ in dior, these hoes dress tacky
hoes be pressed over n*ggas who d*ckin’ b*lls average
louis fall package, chrome heart jackets
watchin’ from a fake page when you can just at me
think i’m f*ckin’ on a n*gga that you call daddy?
he wouldn’ta left that happen home if he was so happy
no static, y’all hoes cappin’
this the type of sh*t that put me in my own bracket
top of smoke, i’m always present while these hoes absent
turn you b*tches into dust and then i blow ashes
ass fat, wanna grab that
and don’t et the money signed from my cash tag
shawty really want her n*ggas she can get’em back
i don’t really wanna keep ’em i just spend his cash
[outro]
uh, yeah, i just spend his cash
i don’t wanna keep the n*gga only get the bag
yeah, uh, i just spend his cash
i don’t wanna keep the n*gga only get the bag
you know what the f*ck’s going on with 38, silent now
we pack this sh*t up, you feel me?

- 38afri lyrics

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