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through wit the city again these bitches love us cuz we litty again And my young niggas sitchy they ichin to blick it don’t get in my business again Aye
(ichin!) Hüzünler başıma vurdu yine Sevginin çıkmaz yollarında senin dolaylarında Sana dair hasretim yüzyıllardan kalma Aklımı kaçırıyorum bu cinnet
Shoot you right up in your head between your eye brows And then my young niggas break in your trap house Trigger finger ichin' like it's in the Empire I'm
transition, ain`t no use in sittin round wishin But my hands ichin, poppa need a new transmition Get my grind on, hustle that bustle to make my grip in any
no permission I got the ichin No need for bitchin Bum niggas gon be stuck on the snitching The best I don't wanna be I jus wanna make music b
Twitter fingers ichin Got you send your regrets Didn't even really know A nigga getting more than less Good lordy im blessed Long as i got weed Im never
Talking bout she wanna send some pics I know I been on ya mind all day replayin You been ichin for me to reply just waiting There's no more to prove I
me act a fool I can't hide it trigger finger ichin erry day Gangsta gangsta nigga I'm a slum dwelling Nigga i know aliens wit da Triggers That be
bands a show Then come back to my city and fuck every hoe i know Lurkin' through your city with the team Ichin' on the trigger, got me lookin' like
ichin I'm inches away from slapping these hoes I wish I can do it I can't so I'm losing This battle I rattle my way around town I guess that I'm causing
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money, been getting so easy Uhh finger ichin, ima squeeze it (paaaa) Uzi, got it spillin, prayin for Jesus Baby girl don’t you get it, I’m the demon (yup)
That nicca popping That nicca bloweddddd up And got cocky Bands on me I need way more pockets My finger ichin' No poison Iv Moving that weight Like I'm
drake we on a different mission Were that bag at nigga my palms ichin I remember whippin that straight drop in moma kitchen Relationships wit smokers them
Hol up Fingers always Ichin Bad boy piston On a mission Always gotta listen Everyone is different So I'm guided by my wisdom Hoe Always bout my
playin tuff who really think they wanna be dead wit em Cuz lil bro ichin for a body brain dead nigga He ain’t got no sense How you beefin in that wheel
whole city litty Got my whole team with me Know a couple niggas envy Know a couple bitches freaky Lately my palms been ichin' Gettin' closer
and daughters I’m ichin for tha day ya space (like Rick & Morty) & you forget I’m brick an mortar thicker than forty-five fortified borders built by POTUS and his
my palms is ichin My feet on the gas, they cant catch up Foot on they neck I can't let up Don't give a fuck about a nigga Just let me know if it's
Ichin Fiends to climb up out them trenches I can't blame or grant they wishes Getting mine inspire many Eating good but fuck a Dennys Vegan cake on all my
Trigger finger ichin Let me pull the trigger Too many opps Like I am the figure Why you bugging There's nobody bigger like
I cannot stop If he with 12 he get shot with the cop's Finger been ichin' since i got a knock Like, I'ma demon niggas know my bop Keep comin' close
Tor) Yeah, Ichin Olov Lekin Qarashlarin Sovu Qor (Sovu Qor) Yeah, Bu Masalaga Faqatgina Manda Yechimi Bor (Yechimi Bor) Mayli Tanendan Shu Masalani O’zin
an ichin' for the roadway I up and left you in the middle of the night Suitcases, heartaches, and worn out shoes Lord knows that I don't get 'em, any good
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