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no chance - icebirds & diego money lyrics

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[chorus: diego money]
let a n*gga play, leave ass right there where he stand
cut the lights off and my diamonds still doin’ they dance
fifty k stuffed right here inside my amiri pants
i give ’em one, these n*ggas still ain’t got no chance
ride for the gang, know i stay with the icewater clan
you ain’t talkin’ money, then, n*gga, i don’t know what you sayin’ (lil’ b*tch)

[verse 1: diego money]
n*gga, they talkin’ ’bout smoke, they know we ready to spin
walked in that b*tch with ice all on my neck, it cost like two hundred bands
one thing ’bout it, me and the gang, we get to a check, we play with them bands
runnin’ real hard, you n*ggas don’t get no pt, i see that you still in the stands
big diego, i say the word, my shooters, they poppin’ at you and your mans
after i’m shinin’ hit off the light, every time you get you a glance
guarantee if i gotta lift this stick, his family won’t see him again
icewater gang for the win, one b*tton gone in the wind
ice on my wrist cost a benz
(alto on this sh*t, f*ck n*gga)

[chorus: diego money]
let a n*gga play, leave ass right there where he stand
cut the lights off and my diamonds still doin’ they dance
fifty k stuffed right here inside my amiri pants
i give ’em one, these n*ggas still ain’t got no chance
ride for the gang, know i stay with the icewater clan
you ain’t talkin’ money, then, n*gga, i don’t know what you sayin’
[verse 2: icebirds]
know i’m armed with that ice on my arm
play with them bands, so i stay with a drum
passin’ out glocks to the gang, we go dumb
ice on my wrist is dumb
i got your b*tch on my d*ck goin’ dumb
i pull exotic whip through the slums
make sure you got your stick when we come
all these n*ggas talkin’ smoke, they know i’m ready to slide
one thing ’bout it, me and all my n*ggas not the ones to try
pullin’ up with them sticks, we go up, all my n*ggas slime
and i’m stackin’ the money like bricks, i’m up
hoppin’ out with them sticks, shoot it up
everybody in my clique booted up
your b*tch wanna know who is us
“who is that with all that ice?” it was us
“who is that with all them pipes?”
i’ma shoot first, i won’t even think twice
i’ma shoot like dice
out in the street, ain’t havin’ no strips
his head came with a price

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