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[INTRO] Yeah run that nigga Yeaaah I go by the name of iceberg lIve but you can call me billion you know And I'm on my way like I always say This my new favorite song and I'm a tell you why Hey [VERSE:1] I'm the shit believe that whoa Fuck that bitch I don't need that hoe I only smoke crypt yeah I need that dro If you think I'm a lick I'm a squeeze that fo' Then you gon' fall, yo soul gon' float Up to the sky with them other people And this ain't a game so there no cheat codes No pause buttons and no reloads And I lay dick act she know And when I'm up in her you can bet she cold I got a lot of bitches but man I need more Cause there's no such thing as enough c notes I run the 3-0-5 iceberg (live) I'm bout a rap boy I'm gon' (slide) The feds want me then I'm gon' (HiDe) They can be trickN and I can be (right) I don't give a damn it's dunk ryde or die I rap part time drugs nine to five Songtexte16 murders I bust out the nine Cho got 32 bloods gon' sly I don't need friends just give me my 5 The city up with me a nigga gon' die The city up in me and it's my time I ride with blocks so expect my mind I clear the whole block when the stick pow pow I drink up the dump when they hear our sound Hold up let me catch my breath I'm a go till their ain't nothin left Ol nigga nah I ain't done yet Trick told me when I sleep I ain't get no check It's been 2 days I ain't been home yet Takin naps in the jet in the same biggie set I'm under surviellence my phone on deck But I don't be on there cause the crackers is on it Greezy my home, grizz his too And we is the shit tryin feel our shoes We want yo bitch we like how she move I'm takin pictures of her and sendin em to soot I sick of one and I'm headed to two Call me billion it's what I do [CHORUS] I get money I sell o Make niggas hate cause I snatch they hoes Fix up the dunk, to show em I ain't broke And keep a big strap incase they want more [VERSE:2] Niggas make the songs that a brother never hear I'm not bought to diss you to start your career You outta yo league you need to do pot You claim to be everything that you not Seem me I'm a star and I fill myself If I lived yo life I'd kill myself The club like hoes I'm never in them bed Don't talk about yo trunk cause my shit right here And we ride dunks and the fast like leers We drive drunk but we don't drink beers When the chop is pregnant it always spit He speakin a different language but he's callin you a bitch! And ain't nothing change it's the same ol shit I still toss ya pimp and I'm high off kimp Yo ol momma old news and and I got a blood bitch And when I'm finished with the dunk I'm a grab her whip There's still a couple niggas that die bouta bitch Thatll make disc track and cry bouta bitch A couple dj's that don't play my shit But a lot of real niggas thatll bring my hits I'm a hood nigga let's get that clear A young rich nigga sayin fuck a outfit I'm runnin out here so I do it for my crew And I wear that shirt that says FREE SOOT [CHORUS] I get money I sell o Make niggas hate cause I snatch they hoes Fix up the dunk, to show em I ain't broke And keep a big strap incase they want more (Thanks to TiFFANY for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania