Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Itchin' for a Lick, artist - Jazz Cartier. Date of issue: 12.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Itchin' for a Lick |
| 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 |
| Yeah |
| Lookin' at my bills, where my motherfuckin' 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |