[B.G.] When it comes to stuntin', I pull it all it comes down to G shit, I get it all When it come to hot girls, I pull 'em all it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all Sport diamonds like I a tech Baby tote a fo' nickel he wrappin' gifts Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds my neck I bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respect I ain't out to please a She get on her knees I'm to get rich I'm shined out, ten on my wrist first class, me and my whole click, now Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the Never I play, you know I'm murderin' I ain't say it You don't me, I don't cross you But understand a Hot Boy floss too Look, I'm out
Tymers] 1 - I ice (lil' daddy) Everytime I I ice (lil' momma) I love the rep I ice (whole world) 'cause I'm doin' my I ice bling, bling bling
My Rolex out, my chrome stay spinnin', Hot Boy wit so much money, I know how to spend it Don't you wish you could be in my shoes for a minute Carry nothin' but faces, quarters and pennies I started at nothin', at me now, I'm iced out Police think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm now It's 'cause I'm Black, huh, you ridin' my back on everything I have, so how you love that They don't see me ballin', wanna see me fallin' Got it locked off wit my against the wallin' I floss but get too My Roley cost, try to take it and murder you Ya say I stun too I can't help it, I be baby The number one stunner who drive girls crazy, The one with the 32 in his mouth, Two on his wrist, game spitta from the south, Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice hit ya momma (momma)
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It's Cash youngest nigga Right around ten That's what I (uh) with Pockets are (uh) Money is my Whatever I Oh, could you do Rollin' the bezel Who that be, Wayne, Look at his chain, I wear grey, White diamonds, shaped, My jewelry just pure And I can't stop thuggin', just in my culture It's a must, everyday shine, black You wan' me? You might need contacts I'm the little one with the ice, flossing Please, hater, get your wife off me I by in a Jag with the top low Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, I got more Me and my niggas, we stunt like no tomorrow Big Tymers, Hot CMR, nigga CMR
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Now you boys now 4 99's I got expired All bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires I'm for some hell of a head, is you for hire?, You at this Roley I got, don't you adire, The way a nigga lay a Braggin' 'bout 20 inch rims, up in the But it over, I'm about to go to Disneyland Yo, you fuckin' now, ya understand? What if my baby momma's ride by, lookin I gave 'em a hundred G's to get them out the hood My momma gettin' like a movie star She don't know a thing about drivin' a car I'm up Now this million dollar smile in my mouth And all this shit I got in my house I done sold a records and I'm still goin' Don't ask about my watch and my chain, still gone
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