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(álbum: So Icy Princess - 2018)


[Asian Doll:]
Big benz, big body, all my thotties friends
I ain't rocking with these niggas, I got dead friends
All these diamonds around my neck, give me sickle cell
Asian Doll, I'ma savage, I'm so fucking ill
Put a Glock in your mouth, like a Tic Tac
Pussy boy, tried to run up, got that get back
Draco hold a hundred, and it ain't got no kick back
Sneak dissing on the net, get your wig snatched

[YBN Nahmir:]
4 cars, 4 houses, nigga, for me
I was loaded, 4AM, we was 4 deep
Was feeling good, so I went and copped a Rolly
These niggas tryna take my shine, I can't get cozy
Like I'm casper, I'm a creep of the community
These rappers funny, cause they really think they losing me
They need to stop it, need to stop all that buffoonery
A lot of money, and I spend that shit like usually

[Asian Doll:]
Headspin, like a fan, money rubberband
For my nigga I'ma sin, lost my brother to the pen
Fucked up, cruising in a Tesla, now my check is up
Finesse a nigga like a burglar, can't chill ain't regular
Real bitch from the south, and I'm reeking like a pound
She don't like me, word to mouth
Asian knocking bitches down

[YBN Nahmir:]
High as a kite, ain't no flight, playing for my life
Bitch thought she couldn't get the hands, 'cause she was a dyke
You chilling at the house, sitting broke, eating dinner pots
I'm prolly at the crib, eating steaks, like my nigga Clyde
Wednesdays, I change the Gucci, to LV
I'm the man, ain't shit that you could tell me
I'm Bah Humbug lil' nigga, even with this money
Like how you walking around, looking bum and dusty

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