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lirik lagu iced out drop top – wendigo

[verse 1: valee & cxrpse]
i get neck in the wind when the top is dropped
it get really windy when the top is dropped
pull up on you like the block is hot
had to take it easy, these flip flops just got
it get really windy when the tops is dropped, yeah
it get really windy when she get topless now
i just did some donuts in the dunkin donuts parking lot
then i had to speed off, i watched the cops
plane jane, rollie blue, this will stick to me like glue
b*tch was actin’ funny, i got rubber bands on floatiе
b*tches keep flat tummy [?] probably
can’t find nothin’ to be mad about, i left with thе fn out (yeah)
can’t find nothin’ to be stressed about, new [?] when the tec is out (i’m ’bout to gas this sh*t, yeah)
[?]

[verse 2: cxrpse]
came in this b*tch strapped with an ak
unemployed, but paid like payday
see a p*ssy n*gga, get ’em shut down, mayday
we ain’t at the range, so i’m finna spray, ayy
i hit a target and i’m ’bout to let it rip
i got unlimited rounds in this .40 clip
i pick up the shotty, i kick down the door and dip
and if he an opp, he get buried in f*ckin’ bricks
told you spider gang a corporation
tell a white b*tch i want my reparation
like a terrorist, i’m in the f*ckin’ station
keep three guns, n*gga, f*ck fadin’
if you wanna f*ck it, i’ma let that sh*t blast
f*ck all that internet sh*t, i want cash
we not finna talk unless you got a rack
put that n*gga [?] flat on his back
[verse 3: bruhmanegod]
[?] overdose
[?] by the boat load
i tried to box, but he is a no show
i kept the [?] to the speed of a slowpoke
i’m in the function, i’m f*ckin’ a sober ho’
why you playin’ where you ain’t supposed to go?
i’m at the show ’cause of sensory overload
rackin’ that sh*t, miscontrollin’ both the codes
f*ckin’ that ho’ [?] bruce lee
you want a problem with spider? come shoot me
nine mill mansion [?] in gun town
f*ckin’ an old ass b*tch ’til she come ’bout
overdramatic, your life is a movie
[?] it’s a rupee
thinkin’ you hard, but you’re soft like a sunflower
made a close cut, now i’m lookin’ like rush hour

[bridge: eddison]
uh, uh (yeah, yeah)
uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)
uh, uh (let’s go)
uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah, yeah)

[verse 4: eddison]
[?] (uh)
i f*ck that b*tch, she a rate (i f*ck that b*tch)
b*tch, i jump off with no paint
i just walk in this b*tch, i’m smokin’ on stank (yeah, yeah)
i got this dope in my lap
i’m f*ckin’ that b*tch from the back
and then drop a blast
these n*ggas is [?]
i’m ready to go in the plaque with no mask
and these n*ggas so p*ssy, i shoot at they ass
then a pop on a record and i motherf*ckin’ dab
i just wanna get high, i don’t wanna rap
this choppa is bi, it shoot at your mama
and these n*ggas so p*ssy, they don’t want no problems
i just spit at these n*ggas with all of my mouth
i just p*ss on these n*ggas with all of my commas
i just f*ck on these b*tches with all of my gang
and these n*ggas be broke ’cause they doin’ the same thing
i just walked in this b*tch and i’m sparkin’ on everything
i just walked in this b*tch and i’m shootin’ up everything
i’m smokin’ this dope, it feel like i can air bend
these p*ssy ass n*ggas, some sh*t that i can’t stand
ooh, ooh, breakin’ that ho’ on her back, i pop up
i pull up, i make ’em bl**dy
i got the dope in the blunt
i got a bird, that sh*t the size of my buzz
and i pull on her hair like a brush
these n*ggas be cap, how did i already won?
i guess shootin’ this sh*t up just wasn’t enough
[verse 5: 83hades]
when there’s danger, just bring them glocks out
i’m finna pop now
i’m on top now
finna bring a mop, i’m mr. shut your block down
not enough gun sounds right next to playgrounds
now that i’m up, i don’t play now
have your b*tch just lay down
her p*ssy hurt when i slay it
pole in my hand, i’ma bang it
watch what you claimin’
i’m in the field, i get dangerous
i’m in the field, b*tches already know what i’m slayin’
out the window i start sparyin’
you don’t gotta talk, i already know why you hatin’
these b*tches be basic, i hate it
my life contemplated
these pigs i be turnin’ to bacon
the bullets is grazin’ his top, why he had to start cavin’
i’m paintin’ the picture with blood, no [?]

[verse 6: lil darkie]
(hahaha, yeah, yeah)
p*ssy we poppin’ out
i got a pocket rocket missile launcher pistol with the magazine poppin’ out
i bought a mansion the size of my high school, n*gga, and i just might buy too, uh
i’ll put a hole in your house with my camry and turn a drive by to a drive*thru, uh
i got a drum on the gun, it go dun*dun*dun*dun and it arrive in your mind too
when i pull out the p90 ’cause n*ggas behind me they tryna find me
they might get they iron, it [?] tryin’ to light me up
n*gga, you likely to die, we up
if it’s me gettin’ some money, then sign me up
your b*tch is suckin’ my d*ck, she gon’ dry me up
[outro: lil darkie]
dry* dry me up
dry* dry me
if i gave you all my money, you would sh*t your pants

- wendigo

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