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Lyca (iO Remix)
Swarmz
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See I don't wanna talk 'bout beef right now
But they steppin' on my toes
And I don't wanna jump in the hoop with the goons
I can do it on my own (I can do it on my Jack Jones)
Baby see my phone, yeah that's Lyca
Baby yeah that's Lyca to Lyca
If I really had time I would wife ya
See I'm busy doin' road with the Y star
If I can't get caught in a ride no way
If I get caught in the ride all A
If you talk to the feds that's a boom bye-a
You can't come 'round mine nigga what no way
This is the nine side, we live the high life
Black tint's that's a drive-by, five goons that's a drive by
Nigga, no lie-ie-ie
Long time I bang deaf, be come and get paid
For showin' up, pree de way my life changed
The way they wished they fallin' pon me
The way they wished they fallin' pon me
Girl she said love on me
I should give her my Lyca
Dem gyal, dey act phoney
Because they fuckin' with the rock star
Ten plus ten for the credit
Used to have the pengest and ends no merit
Plus though my service fast and reliable
Cost of my fist before the gallies, oh
Straight racks do up de show, straight cash fuck it up then hit the road
B Class no lie lie, Class A's where they got my bro why why
See I don't wanna talk 'bout beef right now
But they steppin' on my toes
And I don't wanna jump in the hoop with the goons
I can do it on my own (I can do it on my Jack Jones)
Baby see my phone, yeah that's Lyca
Baby yeah that's Lyca to Lyca
If I really had time I would wife ya
See I'm busy doin' road with the Y star
If I can't get caught in a ride no way
If I get caught in the ride all A
If you talk to the feds that's a boom bye-a
You can't come 'round mine nigga what no way
This is the nine side, we live the high life
Black tint's that's a drive-by, five goons that's a drive by
Nigga, no lie-ie-ie
I would say stop the trap and shit
But this twenty pound phone made them mandem rich
I'm on the ninth flour with the baddest bitch
She coulda been the main side but she had to snitch
Like her for business, eye-full for curvin'
She love my cologne, my little Breitling from Berlin
Got the Porsche in red 'til the see me when I'm swervin'
Red German, I had to call it Yergen
Pull up with L's they know he's a rider
SA bring the weed down, yeah he's a grinder
If I really like her she might get the Lyca
Applebottom booty, I had to cum inside her
But I can't get caught with a whore no way
It can get long if I get the O.K.
That's how it is I give gyal Cold Play
If she's young she gets left back there
See I don't wanna talk 'bout beef right now
But they steppin' on my toes
And I don't wanna jump in the hoop with the goons
I can do it on my own (I can do it on my Jack Jones)
Baby see my phone, yeah that's Lyca
Baby yeah that's Lyca to Lyca
If I really had time I would wife ya
See I'm busy doin' road with the Y star
If I can't get caught in a ride no way
If I get caught in a the ride all A
If you talk to the feds that's a boom bye-a
You can't come 'round mine nigga what no way
This is the nine side, we live the high life
Black tint's that's a drive-by, five goons that's a drive-by
Nigga, no lie-ie-ie
Gyal keeps callin' me, but the grind keeps on callin' me too
What I am do? Tell me what's the deets
Before man splats and dead's a CC
On his Jack Jones, tell me are you trappin' off the iPhone?
Pick up the G's with the trap phone
All the celli, with the celli, makin' up the money
They keep ringin' up on my phone
Makin' money like dat
I beg you brudda, put that Lyca in the drop top
Makin' money fast fast
Sippin' cold D and gettin' sluggish
When inside the fast cars
Ya dem a rapper
Now she wanna trap me
I'm guessing it's Fanta
I don't know what to do, she gone have this
Turn a nigga to a bad guy
For goodness sake they gettin' me pissed with the shit that they say
My G's got hard drugs, just like John and Rhys uh
Feds in question, got them thinkin' retrospectin'
Now I'm reapin' the fruits of the plants I sold
'Cause I'm makin' racks when I shut down shows
Crazy bag I wanna take that with me, isn't that...
See I don't wanna talk 'bout beef right now
But they steppin' on my toes
And I don't wanna jump in the hoop with the goons
I can do it on my own
Baby see my phone, yeah that's Lyca
Baby yeah that's Lyca to Lyca
If I really had time I would wife ya
See I'm busy doin' road with the Y star
If I can't get caught in a ride no way
If I get caught in a ride all A
If you talk to the feds that's a boom bye-a
You can't come 'round mine nigga what no way
This is the nine side, we live the high life
Black tint's that's a drive-by, five goons that's a drive-by
Nigga, no lie-ie-ie