| I’ll be just a minute, I don’t think this will take that long
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| Hit her with my slacks on, uh (With the zipper)
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| Smoking with your bitch is the reason that my pack gone
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| If I want some tip-top (Tip-top)
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| I don’t beat around no bush, I don’t think we finna lip lock
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| Doja in the ziploc (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I’m loco in my melon, bitch don’t comment 'til my shit drop
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| Fuck a school, still getting the best brain (Best brain, yeah, yeah)
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| Let me see some tricks, I’m hosting the X Games (Huh)
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| I do what I do and see no need to explain (What)
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| The gas be too gas, it’s giving me chest pains
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| Superman these hoes, get played like ping pong (Ping)
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| Scoop me up a blonde, she calling me King Kong (King)
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| I’m moon pie pimpin', just fed her a ding dong (Yeah)
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| And bitch I’m 'bout to bust like I got them things drawn, uh
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| Me and my two nuts, yeah these bitches know us (They do)
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| Since I’m stacking loaves then I got them cold cuts (Cold cuts)
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| OG fine wine, bitches pack is robust
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| Bitching in my comments is like I give a whole fuck (What)
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| You do what you want with that
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| I’m like a chimney, I don’t know how my lungs intact (I don’t)
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| Your big coochie, I belly flop jump in that
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| Cracking heads coming for the whole pumpkin patch, yeah (Okay)
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| Left, right, waterpark slide
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| Bitch you can’t stone me, a spit in my eye (What else you say)
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| One day me and you die
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| Bet the whole thing, I ain’t telling no lies
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| I’ll just have the bop to go (Yeah)
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| Do it how you does it when you stop and go (Yeah)
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| I need an accountant for my guap, I know (I know)
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| Riding down a mountain from the top, had a little now a lot, yeah
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| I said it, I said it
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| If you fuck with me, then bitch I bet you gon' regret it (I bet you, bet you)
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| Let’s go make a movie, I’ll be rolling like the credits
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| I’m Iceberg cold and I’m boutta hit the lettuce, uh
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| I said it, I said it
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| If you fuck with me, then bitch I bet you gon' regret it
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| Let’s go make a movie, I’ll be rolling like the credits
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| I’m Iceberg cold and I’m boutta hit the lettuce
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| I guess she tryna do me 'cause my rap songs (Well goddamn, hey)
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| I’ll be just a minute, I don’t think this will take that long
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| Hit her with my slacks on, uh (With the zipper)
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| Smoking with your bitch is the reason that my pack gone
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| If I want some tip-top (Tip-top)
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| I don’t beat around no bush, I don’t think we finna lip lock
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| Doja in the ziploc (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I’m loco in my melon, bitch don’t comment 'til my shit drop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Iceberg Lettuce , by - hooligan chase. Song from the album Bodyache, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп