NLE Choppa - Ice Spice (MUNCH) (Lyrics)

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NLE Choppa - Ice Spice (MUNCH) (Lyrics)
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➥ Lyrics:

I'm messed up, gang
I'm comin' back for everything I deserve, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these n*ggas up)
Grr

[Verse 1]
I ain't gon' lie, you n*ggas in trouble (n*ggas in trouble)
Can't sign that shit 'til is double ('Til is double)
Rich young n*gga can't get in no scuffle
I'm 'quipped with the blick, that's on my brother (Grr, grr, grr)
Take a risk everyday with my life, I'ma roll that dice like it's ten of folks
Go to the bank, deposit money every weekend and bitch 'til I break that ho (Break that ho)
N*gga say that I ain't got enough money in my pocket, pussy-ass n*gga need some more (More monеy)
I ain't been asleep in good damn week, I'm missing that, but you can't say I'm broke
Me and my brother had bunk bеds, I was on bottom of it down there to the floor
Now when you step in my crib, you can lay on my bed with twenty-somethin' hoes (Twenty bitches)
Clip so long, look like turkey legs, thank God everyday that I ain't dead (I ain't dead)
Dirty ass gang, gotta know how to play it
Got to keep my head with one in the head (One in the head)
Blowing it fast, he like the steak (Like the steak)
Cheap cheese in a spread on his plate (On his plate)
Money on his books, so, you know he straight (Know he straight)
Chains so big look like he Jamaican (Jamaican)
See them comments, sayin' I'm fakin'
I make a n*gga fake dead, bitch, stop playin' (Grr)
First lil' deal, I took a lil' bit out of that, then twenty K on a n*gga neck (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Up a couple mil's, still went on a drill, I'm a CEO when I'm on the field with the ratchet
Throw my dog a bone and he went to go fetch
When he brought the bitch back, had a whole damn sack (Oh, yeah)
Bleed purple, see purple, weed purple, n*ggas know this shit be Crip (Shit be Crip)
Small circle, start to irk her, bitches fertile, still left it on her lip (On her lip)
Mane lurkin', brain hurtin', chains hurtin', same person thinkin' 'bout murder (Thinkin' 'bout murder)
Pain perkin', drugs workin', lanes swervin', in a vert', somethin' I'm workin' (Come on)

[Chorus]
Woah, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run
Oh, these n*ggas my sons, dead beat to 'em, I ain't got nothin' for 'em
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' dick, she the real munch
Woah, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run
Oh, these n*ggas my sons, dead beat to 'em, I ain't got nothin' for 'em
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' dick, she the real munch

[Verse 2]
Bad ass bitch with a whole lot of ass, whole lot of cash, that's my type
All eyes on me, can't talk to the hoes, C-Grape go-getter, he know what I like (Know what I likes)
I don't do trickin', might pay for the pussy, don't let me know the price, it might be right (Might be right)
See her print all through her tights, her camel toe, it be toein' right (Be toein' right)
Queso, Frito Lay, we count chips, we be straight
My bitch, she too gay, we fuck hoes all damn day
Shoe box turned to a safe
Trap house turned to a state
White bricks over new J's
Trap fashion runway
One up on me, you won't get that, couple n*ggas want they lick back (Want they lick back)
Shit on n*ggas like a shit bag, poppin' n*ggas with my rich ass (With my rich ass)
Run laps on 'em like a zig-zag, know they big mad 'cause where I'm at
I came back, trap made a comeback, I can't front that I been on that (Grr)
She say somethin', I say nothin' (Grr)
Keep on fussin', I ain't budgin' (I ain't budgin')
I'm 'bout it 'cause money I'm touchin', and plenty bitches I'm fuckin'
Switcheroo a ho real quick, on some real shit, I'm P
She say I'm duckin', no lovin', no trustin', bitch, I'm me

[Chorus]
Woah, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run
Oh, these n*ggas my sons, dead beat to 'em, I ain't got nothin' for 'em
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' dick, she the real munch


[Outro]
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice fine ass
Know what I mean? She eatin' dick, she the real munch
Comin' back for this shit
Pay me in respect, not money, bitch