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ice cream truck (mixed by tayy) - sugarhill keem lyrics

[[intro]
smokin’ on jb, csg, top opp, motherf*ckin’ demon
be home real f*ckin’ soon, eos, n*gga
free top opp demon, grrah (jack my sh*t)
go get that, go get that, so jack my—

[chorus]
and you better move proper (okay)
move look, he don’t f*ck with the flockas (at all)
move look, he be totin’ his knocker (gang, gang)
she a thot, i’m beatin’ her box down
ayo, setty, we smokin’ your father (dummy)
spin the sev lookin’ for a target (uh*huh)
and she just wanna move
i put the gun right in my b*tch boot

[bridge]
grrah, everybody shot (gang, gang*gang*gang)
smokin’ all deads (jack my sh*t)
okay, o—, let’s move (so jack my sh*t)

[verse 1]
don’t run, i got a new move
cardi b, and you gettin’ it too
heard you f*ck with the flockas so you gettin’ boomed (uh*huh)
what the f*ck? (grrah)
move tact’, one thing about move, he don’t cap in his raps (at all)
who that? i’ma flock at that v, so you better move fast (jack my sh*t)
her ass fat, i beat it then dip (uh*huh)
n*ggas mad ’cause i’m smokin’ on ‘rip
who that? yeah, we yell, “don’t trip” (b*tch)
rah*rah, he got hit in his sh*t (grrah)
[chorus]
and you better move proper (uh*huh)
move look, he don’t f*ck with the flockas (gang, gang)
move look, he be totin’ his knocker (gang, gang)
she a thot, i’m beatin’ her box down, look (grrah)
ayo, setty, we smokin’ your father
spin the sev lookin’ for a target (now look)
and she just wanna move
i put the gun right in my b*tch boot

[verse 2 notti osama]
and you know that we smokin’ on lotti (lotti)
ticklin’ in my body
two shots hit ’em, make him flip
oy, oy, she ain’t boomin’ sh*t
scream, “rpt,” you get put on a list
in a cab, look back
he got sent to the sky and he ain’t comin’ back (rah rah)
hop out, he fled
jb got neck tapped, never my neck, grrah

[outro]
smokin’ all deads (jack my sh*t, n*gga)
everybody shot
and tell your b*tch, “shake that sh*t”
what the f*ck? (just jack my sh*t)
you know who started this st*rdy sh*t, n*gga
everybody shot (everybody shot, n*gga, grrah, grrah)
don’t be mad that your b*tch is shakin’ her ass to my music
smokin’ all deads (what the f*ck?)

- sugarhill keem lyrics

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