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demons - icyyontop lyrics

(j cholo)they be scratching their necks they just be fiening
all of these n*ggas they up with the teaming
b*tch ima god can’t f*ck with no demons
backstabbing me might have to start treason
what do you mean just give me a reason
switching up now they switching up like season
you k!lling me now i barely eaten
d*ck riding he they hop for the s*m*n

(icyy)

hidin my glock at the top of the ceiling fan
been on the block sellin dope out the minivan
jcholo steady breakin them bricks again
b*tch gеttin old so i told her to bring her friend
kops aftеr me so i’m fleein to michigan
up in the kitchen i’m whippin up dope again

pulled up in that srt
lil b*tch tryna get freaky wit me
gettin so high but i’ll never od
d1 wit the glock i shoot like i’m kobe
me n the bros we roll in a stolie
ditchin the kar then we run frm police

runnin this sh*t like a mf track meet
shoot at his feet now he run like a athlete
hop in the whip and i shoot up his taxi
out wit a warrant got coke in the backseat
they kall me the goat kause i always be snappin
all on my d*ck but back then they was nappin
outside on the block they always be yappin
pull out my glock and i get straight to klappin
b*tch i’m lil icyy i live for the action

(khr!$)

up in the lab like rick and morty
d*ck ridin me yo ass is so corny
slide to the crib you can catch this forty

(j cholo)

feel like im dead but i always be breathing
gripping on me they just be t**thing
come in first place b*tch i just be leading
smoking a lot we about to be dreaming
hyping a lot chris always be screaming
might k!ll my self sh*t that was misleading
k!lling the beat sh*t might start the bleeding
switch up the beat we about to be speeding

f*ck do you mean
i roll with the team
i getting my dogs and they riding with me
icyy the ripper he stomp on your tee
khris in the back he shaking with glee
both of my brothers with adhd
i did forget owen he slice both your knees
jason at the crib, he sell what you need
b*tches he hate, he sell with a fee
he try to make money, we growing the tree
they follow his wave, they riding his d
call up the plug, i popping an e
she pushing her a right on my d
(icyy)

invested in the musik i ain’t ever turnin back
you kap bout yo life we know that for a fact
klaim you gon up it that’s nothing but an act
don’t kare what you say you talkin though a app
b*tch wanna get freaky she hit me on snap
boutta get lit i’m sippin on yak
kaught you in the store we rollin yo pack
ran through the pockets we stole that boy racks
feel like i’m santa keep my kash inna sak
ain’t f*ckin one time we runnin it back

flexin a whole lotta bandskeep like 20 k in my pantsnot givin that hoe a chancehit frm the back she do a lil danceshe get on my nerves i fly her to france

- icyyontop lyrics

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