Iycee Baby lyrics

Intro :
Yeeeah, freestylin' on this mother f*cka, haa
Iycee Baby b*tch

[Verse 1: !ycee]
Rappin' wit' the f*ckin' latest, the greatest
A f*ckin' manic, sufferin' from what you call hatin'
Devilish thoughts, far from satin', patience
I'm f*ckin' fame sick, not famous
Got a n*gga posted up - he waitin'
In the booth all day just lacin', so much Wine in my House no Amy
I see you hoes on a daily basis, Like im in the strip of Vegas
A bad b*tch equals alot of bad behaviour, Yeah
Eat and beat the pus*y up no anus, no brainer
But she cute, dumb, so she brainless, so wait up
Ill be the one to provide the latex
She wanna ball in these Trojan wars, so im Ajex
I got an appetite for pus*y (truely)
I got to ride if its tight and juicy (smoothie)
So how you doin' Miss Julie? told the last b*tch to loosen up wit' me
Then i kicked the b*tch out coz she Lucy
Shootin' white bullets, its Call of Duty
Friends with benefits, its all a movie
Ain't in it for the beauty but booty
Break up, no make up, i thought you knew me
Livin' for the paper, f*ck the haters
Workin' that minimum wage for a minimal pay, so we bladed up
Yup yup, we dangerous, we blatant, f*ck around wit' us
We ain't playin' no play station
No memory card, so who the f*cks gonna save ya?
One struck then you layin' on pavement
Its Iycee Baby hip hops' saviour, you wanna talk? then say some ..
Hook:
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You know what it is ..