Snowball Mic on an Ice Cooler

Used to have trouble coming up with rhymes
Chugged a few brews to get into the vibe
Light up a spliff
Just let the beat ride
Inhale, exhale
Let's have a good night

When it comes to bars, I possess a barrage
Reminiscing recording heaters up in the garage
Set up a snow ball mike on an ice cooler
Called off work to waste the night like Bueller
Scooped up Jay
Hit Food 4 Less to cop a twelvie
Photobombing fine bitches tryna take a selfie
Then they laughed saying "Oh, you dumb, huh?"
Pulled out my phone, and said "Give me your number."
Now we got the digits, dawg
Now we on our way back
Bout to record new Leon, partna'
Better play that
The microphone I slay that
All you young bucks stay back
Sampling James Brown, The Big Payback
Digging in the crates to create
Something great
Fuck sleep, dawg
We staying up late to change fate
Digging in the crates to create
Something great
Fuck sleep, dawg
We staying up late to change fate
Old soul in the body of a young buck
When we blow up, dawg, it ain't dumb luck
Old soul in the body of a young buck
When we blow up, dawg, it ain't dumb luck

Used to have trouble coming up with rhymes
Chugged a few brews to get into the vibe
Light up a spliff
Just let the beat ride
Inhale, exhale
Let's have a good night
Used to have trouble coming up with rhymes
Chugged a few brews to get into the vibe
Light up a spliff
Just let the beat ride
Inhale, exhale
Let's have a good night



Credits
Writer(s): Joaquin Leon
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