| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| RiFF do the most, thinkin' french toast
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| Flyin' with the dragons, it’s a codeine Aladdin
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| Heart cold, fifty grand below
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| Snow in my back pocket frozen like the North Pole, Pole
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| Runnin' coast to coast, coast
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| Rockin' Gucci gold, gold
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| Lemon pepper rims, paint, paint by my hands
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| Landed, landed in Japan
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| Black and, black and white sand
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| I can eighty grand, ice, ice on my hand
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| Save the starfish, froze my whole fist
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| Number one ranked shipper in the tropics
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| It’s the mister drank sipper, waves on my, waves on my
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| Like Atlantic Ocean, RiFF
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| Lean with this ice on my lip
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| Four Hi-Tech, we ain’t drinkin' no beer
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| Freddy hang on the train like a chandelier
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| Ride in the foreign, switchin' gears
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| Slow down lil' nigga, you almost made me spill Hi-Tech
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| Hold up, hold up
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| Drank, drank, sip, sip, I got them pints in the Cliff, Cliff
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| Bitch I’m from Texas, this drankin' a habit (Hold up)
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| We still be saucin' and splashin' (Sauce)
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| We turn a zip to some ashes
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| Sell you a cutie, no baggie, wow
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| One seventy-five get an ounce
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| These eight balls don’t bounce
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| Sellin' that work, Greyhound
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| Cell money, gained two pounds
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| Ten dollars, get five grams (Now)
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| Sippin' that drank, you can get it right now
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| Red goin' eighty an ounce
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| We get it and down it
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| I get the money and count it
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| Sippin' that drank out a Phantom
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| I heard the trapper be flossin'
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| Twenty teeth, all flawless
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| Say you ballin', then you bawlin'
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| Man these lil' niggas be lyin'
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| Bustin' a pack down in rhymes
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| Hi-Tech or that Tussionex
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| I don’t drink Quali, I don’t drink Fibs
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| Rolls Royce with a chauffeur in it
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| 'Cause I get too high and I start to trip
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| I’m like, «Shut up, bitch,» when she start to bitch
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| Fuck up my high, you gon' owe me somethin'
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| Yeah he brung bricks but I’m short on chips
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| You know I’m good for it, nigga, throw me somethin'
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| Got about four homies comin'
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| Everybody gon' want they own pint
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| I’ma get mine and go solo on it
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| You know Yowda Rey be on his own height
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| I ain’t slept good in 'bout four nights
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| This shit here finna knock me out
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| My trap boomin', my raps groovin'
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| When I’m countin' up, you can’t count me out
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| I used to hide the work in my granny house
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| Now I got a big mansion for it
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| Used to get 'em off middlemen
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| And now I’m plugged in, I need expansion for it
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| He bring 'em in, I’ma cash him for it
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| He out of state, I’ma tax him for it
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| Yowda Rey, why you shoot the nigga?
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| He was bitch made and he was askin' for it
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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| I’m the big bad wolf, you pussies just like Scooby Doo
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| Hood rich, I’m like Mike Vick, all this dog food
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| Fuck your mood, fuck your attitude, bitch you know I’m rude
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| Ridin' with this chopper, nigga, don’t get chopped and screwed
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| I can feel the jealousy nigga, but ain’t no testin' me
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| I had to pop that extra bean and I drunk some extra lean
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| Codeine and promethazine
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| I can’t leave the country with this felony
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| I’m my best friend and my worst enemy
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| In the kitchen doin chemistry, I got that recipe
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| I caught up so fast, these niggas used to be ahead of me
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| But head 'em, dead 'em, tell my shooters go wet 'em
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| Don’t you forget it, this ice in my mouth drippin'
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| Drank, sip, ice behind my lip
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ice Behind My Lip , by - Riff Raff. Song from the album Tangerine Tiger, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп