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icdy - bib sama. lyrics

[intro]
wake up, let’s go
wake up, let’s go
wake up, wake up

[hook]
wake up, let’s go, get dressed
this sh*t ain’t no test
no ting could stress with this
margiela on my chest
i must confess that there’s
some sh*t i should address
i can’t die yet
’till see me fresh
wake up, let’s go, get dressed
this sh*t ain’t no test
no ting could stress with this
margiela on my chest
i must confess that there’s
some sh*t i should address

[verse]
(xchra)
(i can’t die yet)
spin round dat chick now
got tired of freaking her out
3am way too many sound
flipping her round in a givenchy gown
now i sit down and think bout
that one that i let outta bounds
throwing my best on top of the mound
still hit my love right outta the town
still going pound for pound
still going round for round then i think bout that
i hit many l!cks on hearts
still ain’t the way she made me feel rich
but i look where i wound
sitting on top with a homer crown
watching these man way underground
big boss big problems
i can’t clown about
[hook]
wake up, let’s go, get dressed
this sh*t ain’t no test
no ting could stress with this
margiela on my chest
i must confess that there’s
some sh*t i should address
i can’t die yet
’till see me fresh
wake up, let’s go, get dressed
this sh*t ain’t no test
no ting could stress with this
margiela on my chest
i must confess that there’s
some sh*t i should address

[verse]
got on my rings underneath my biker gloves
got on my chain underneath my trench could never fall in love
gotta stay guarded up
covering the loss with a chrome heart cross just got me far enough
but if a man wanna take it further, i gotta prove i ain’t the one
i ain’t the 2, no i ain’t the 3, no i ain’t the 4
but when this index finger rises
i say it’s peace or i say it’s war
yo bro
put a cross on your head, no chrollo
all black, came on his dolos
getting your boy, no fomo
red on your vintage polo
.45 clip came bolo
3 zks like zoro
leaving your brothers in sorrow
don’t even dream ‘bout tomorrow
but i just want love so i told lil bro just put down the zanpakto
but i just want love so i might just go and cop that rick owens coat
but i just want love so i might just get that whip ‘cause the way it folds
but i just want love so i might just tell all my hoes it’s the end of the road
[hook]
wake up, let’s go, get dressed
this sh*t ain’t no test
no ting could stress with this
margiela on my chest
i must confess that there’s
some sh*t i should address
i can’t die yet
’till see me fresh
wake up, let’s go, get dressed
this sh*t ain’t no test
no ting could stress with this
margiela on my chest
i must confess that there’s
some sh*t i should address

- bib sama lyrics

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