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icy tongue - chvse lyrics

icy tongue lyrics
[intro: chvse]
y’all already know what it is
i had to bring my drink in the booth for this one
but i’m so sick [up on?] the motherf*ckin’ [ambulance?]
alright let me hit some [kendrick?] sh*t quick

[verse 1: chvse]
look
this is what they want, i’m the one
come in with an icy tongue
frostbite gone? might get dumb
hypothermia until their mind go dumb, like
uhh, hold that thought, i need to light my blunt (*cough, cough*, oh sh*t)
look, i might be bright, and i like to fight
but i’m way to high, better bite my tongue
[mans?] too bands, sh*t i pass that spliff to myself, took a hit until my mind go numb
got a bad lil’ b*tch and her ass so thick that she clap that sh*t every time she run
never hung with a [dude?] so, huh, on the white [super man?]
pull up like a [?] on the [tongue?]

[verse 2: moxas]
ayy, b*tch, i might put a tat’ on my face
young g. o. a. t. like a [rat on a chase?]
through the pack of a [states?]
[?] like attack with the mace
i sing but can rap with the greats
no cap, no hat, no it ain’t, uh
feet up, while your girlfriend feed me a basket of grapes
that’s snack plus the cake and the ass that she clap on my face
no way that i’m back (took a break)
sick flow burn, i might get hoes [turn?]
i’m a spliff [load burn?], and i’m just colder
and i’m a schizo’, sir, and you just bo burn’
i’m clip load* wait do i get mo’ turns?
and i get my turn, feeling like that guy with a rockstar jacket and sick sideburns
and a whip (skkr, skkr, skkr, skkr)
[wide turns?] on your b*tch (twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk)
my bad homie
[verse 3: chvse]
look, my bad, i’m back in the top 10
tight [10?], f*ck that not an option
bright [bread?] with the snake and the toxins
b*tter on toast i’m [?]
i’m tyson how, i’m gon’ fight my fears
entice the flow, i’m gon’ bite your ears
me and moxas on a different level, put a mic’ up on it
watch it disappear, like (pew)
what you all thought? (please)
rolled the dice and got got (sing)
[read?] the fire, and it burned my eyes, like a german guy i can not see (n*z*)
blind as f*ck, but still, i walk with ease
i walk on beats, like jesus, walk on seas
i’m seasick, throw up seas when i walk on [peace?]
see walk when i’m playing that’s a walk of seas

[verse 4: moxas]
ayy, i ain’t never been the type to love a b*tch
i f*ck a b*tch, then i wreck her mental, uh
my flow so detrimental
when they see me walkin’ in, i’m looking presidential
[four eight, all?] the residential
f*ck school, didn’t get credentials
had to focus on the bread potential that i had when i press a pencil to the page
i was bred to get bread i’m into
walk in lookin’ like a l!ck (woah)
harry potter sh*t i keep a stick (brr)
promise imma catch a f*ckin’ snitch
if he talkin’ to the [?], imma clean him like a dish (d*mn)
i ain’t ever been a good guy, on my star wars sh*t, i been feeling like the sith
every single thing i drop a hit
only time i ever miss is if we talkin’ ’bout a b*tch ( ooh )
[verse 5: chvse]
walk in lookin’ like a l!ck
mic’ jack sh*t i keep it zipped
promise imma catch a f*ckin’ b*tch
if he gonna ride away imma clean him like a fish
i ain’t ever been a good guy, on my sinister sh*t, i been feeling like [six?] ([six?])
every single thing i do is lit
only time you got a hit is if we talkin’ ’bout a spliff ( ooh )
what the f*ck you mean, i must be he, who come with a drum to beat
i rupture spleens, with ease, when i touch the beats
i’m in the cut, get cut with the cutlery
no cap, call [?]
love to see these f*ckin’ dweebs, in love with someone like me
the luxury you seen was because of me
’cause i’m back on my sh*t like, d*mn
shoot with an arrow, boo, like it’s [sparrow?]
through your isuzu, and through, through the [marrow?]
rap ya’ to death, ’cause i move like a pharaoh
actually blessed, with a lucrative barrel (braa, braa)
scoop through your barrel
rob ’em like baskin, do it like carol (do, do, do)
and that [lil’ dude, sparrow?]
feed until the tigers hit you on that tailbone (wait, wait,)
let me catch the flow, tickin’ time bomb, next to blow
speak of blow, let me text a hoe
tell ’em text the dealer, need to get some coke
need to get some white, need to get some snow
need to get some [?], but then he said he [?]
he told me get a line, to go get some help
i said, “f*ck that, i need to get some mo'”

- chvse lyrics

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