DJ Drama - Icey Dicey lyrics

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DJ Drama - Icey Dicey lyrics

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez] Man I f** every b**h in Toronto Livest party in my condo I got Teesha, Deesha and Donna It's like easter pink in my sauna f**ed up but I'm still driving f**ed up but I'm still driving Now I'm playing that she joking Where the f** is my real driver I'm air dropping she pill popping Make black balling I'm still dropping And I'm toned up on that rail stop And the f** boys never will stop 5'9 and she 5'2 Bad as f** but she fine too f** is wrong with these hoes bruh My pocket know I am flying too And I make a chick break a chick Lake down and give her dick Spending the night with your baby like We're trying babysit, nah n***a we tryna get at your lady lips It's only hopping step in and mercedes whip stop Let me get guap, walk in the room like b**h let me get top Pay me to f** me b**h tell me to guac We got them b**hes a penny a pop Pennies will pop then they got drop Man I'm on top n***a damnit don't stop God don't know where them blamers gonna pop I say damn I wreck it like Hannibal Lector Back on my solid this animal setting Acting no anger just hang me to thank Back off the thing and leave chesses like checkers Flashes don't even come check on my checks Pay low and I bailout We'd be talking, that's pain up Foreign car I'm sitting tall It's so hard just to lay low What's wrong with my wrist? Eyeball, eyelids She calls me papi cause she can't s** my dick It's too bad I'm too fly How was your girl? How was your girl? Two words uuu a Come tell my n***as who's up? Drinking liquor with my n***as Wifing down only like 20 hoes I know that I might get caught But sh** n***a there's plenty more Endlessly we can get brought up on Hennessy Roll up and twist in the remedy f**ing with b**hes that's 20 That look like they 23 telling you You don't want me [Chorus: Tory Lanez] Calling as she know Call as she close She be wanting all She f** with my... Me I'm trying to cut cut close She gone making payments if I think... Then I might let her f** I might let her f** I might let her f** I might let her f** [Verse 2: Tory Lanez] Man what the f**'s wrong with these hoes, bro? King sh** no cobra Got a sling clip no shoulder Strap on a n***a, holster Back on a n***a back home Like post up I'm in a row trap Ghost riding hitting four s*uts My n***a Jay shining with the gold cuffs Like G sh**, damn n***a I'm the sh** Cold bin like damn n***a I'm sea sick Sea slick on that g sh** I got a whip calling and my brae slip Hating hard and you ain't my dog Why you all on that lee sh**? G6 paint flies Jay's on plain flights Cut you late I hit you dang twice Man for the frame I've been the same nights I'm in a thang tight, and what's your name right? And what's your frame like? They claiming I'm drunk driving Get off my dick, I'm in the lane right? Right And I'm so on and I'm all on Got the main light on the main street In the daylight with my chain bright Got a dame white... It ain't right but I do it though Acting like you got all that bread It ain't like you got too much dough Where you going with all that head? I ain't up for talking I know Shorty like my features so It's I between them double Ds sort of like Adidas I got ho's as bad as my features Some 44 for them... These shorties know I got heaters Clip up on ya hip just like beepers Put all my... All that sh** just between them She pillow bite like she teething I get major brain til I'm genius Chain my double for time Your b**h is still calling I dig her like we ain't got women See I like women spicy like they cajun So if I could f** one word then I'd be f**ing amazing She'd be all day long she f** with my club Me I'm tryint to cut cut close She gone making payments if I think... And I might let her f** I might let her f** I might let her f** I might let her f** [Outro: Tory Lanez] Come my n***a Jay got dough Got this block on my wrist If you're looking for your b**h She on top of our dicks This all yours Argentina n***a, you know what I mean n***a that beautiful n***a you talk sh** at your funeral n***a And f** wrong with these hoes bruh? I meet a bad b**h I might let her f** You know what I'm saying You can't just f** me for free I might let you f** baby Can't just f** me bith (Laughing)

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