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Itchin' For A Lick

 

Itchin' For A Lick


We're dead, we're dead, we're dead

Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga
Heard 'em say "You fell off", this that get back, nigga
I ain't come, for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that
Riding 'round the city, it's a motherfucking witch hunt
Baby want some money, just so can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itching for lick, itching, itching for a lick

Yeah
Looking at my bills, where my motherfucking at? (Where my money?)
Deep inside the Hills, from a place where it ain't sunny at
Whoa, mess around
You might get your tummy tapped
Hundreds in the ground with baking soda, that's a mummy wrap (Oh)
I do what I want
I pull up to the Mondrian, I been smoking on a blunt
I don't even smoke on blunts
You not a boss, you got laid off
Cuzzi got Cartier shades on (Ayy)
Cuban link on me like Raekwon (Ayy)
And heroes can die with their cape on
And my thoughts paralyzed, this a paranoid mind, whoa
Hell up in a cell, I've been one with mankind
I've been stepping on mines, taking what's mine
This time I'ma run it up, set the bar, fuck it up, whoa

Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga
Heard 'em say "You fell off", this that get back, nigga
I ain't come, for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that, nigga
Riding 'round the city, it's a motherfucking witch hunt
Baby want some money, just so can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itching for lick, itching, itching for a lick

Ayy
Cash man, give me all the money in the register
Backhand, knocking out competitors I'm Federer
Black man, no more dirty money, call my creditor
No Batman, nowadays I'm moving like the Riddler
Lie to the pussy, the truth gon' hurt
I was riding 'round the city, in a two-tone 'vert
Heartbreak gon' hurt (Ooh)
Don't get hooked on percs (Yeah)
Niggas missing for the struggle, wanna click for the perks
And my last bitch, used to strip
Ass fat, super thick
Couldn't stay with her, plus she never went to school
And shit I stunt (I stunt), I flex (I flex), I don't get checked
I place (I place), my bet (My bet)
And win, what's next?
JLF

Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga
Heard 'em say "You fell off", this that get back, nigga
I ain't come, for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that, nigga, whoa
She wanna spend the night, where your bitch at nigga?
Heard you hugging on a pipe, gotta quit that nigga
Don't be playing with your life, push that shit back, nigga
If I gotta, tell 'em twice, they gon' miss that
Riding 'round the city, it's a motherfucking with hunt
Baby want some money, just so can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itching for lick, itching, itching for a lick

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