Jazz Cartier — Itchin For A Lick
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Itchin For A Lick Jazz Cartier02:56
Текст песни: Itchin For A Lick
[Intro] We're dead, we're dead, we're dead [Chorus] Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga Heard 'em say "You fell off", this that get back, nigga I ain't come, for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga You think you a boss, we gon' fix that Riding 'round the city, it's a motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' money 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, fuck it up, whoa [Chorus] Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga Heard 'em say "You fell off", this that get back, nigga I ain't come, for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga You think you a boss, we gon' fix that, nigga Riding 'round the city, it's a motherfuckin' 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 pussy, 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) Niggas missin' for the struggle, wanna click for the perks And my last bitch, used to strip Ass fat, super thick Couldn't stay with her, plus she never went to school And shit 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 niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga Heard 'em say "You fell off", this that get back, nigga I ain't come, for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga You think you a boss, we gon' fix that, nigga, whoa She wanna spend the night, where your bitch at nigga? Heard you huggin' on a pipe, gotta quit that nigga Don't be playin' with your life, push that shit back, nigga If I gotta, tell 'em twice, they gon' miss that Riding 'round the city, it's a motherfuckin' 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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