123

123 bitch, look at my wrist
What time is it? I can't see
I feel right, what do you mean?
Ready pa' comerme el mundo Icy fucking Kid
I was with the fumes, ahora-

Now I do what I do, just fuck out of my room
I was with the fumes, does she come thru'?
Does she come thru'?
Does she come thru'?

Got many feelings on me
Why you wanna see me bleed?

Got many feels, give me some thrills
I got a drop and it drops in the K's
Cause' I don't know how they come to my place
Cause' all my feelings are not the same
How are you feeling bro?
Feeling like Lebron I feel fantastic
She keep calling my door
She wanna clap me, but I have a tactic
I prolly never die
Cause' I had bad dreams
What are you looking at? At my nikes
I got the drip
We got the clique
Im the voice, she's the beat
We make a track, looks lit
Ah damn
Ah damn
We got the clique
Ah damn
Ah damn
Ah damn
I got the mic down
I gotta swallow down
I go down down
She go down, down, down
She go down. she go down
For my dick
I go down, I go down
For have piss
Many times, many times
For the dreads
You don't know, you don't know
What it is
(Right back)

I just vibe vibe
You were kinda lit
Call it 44, we always the gang
If we never met, you should never do it
Crazy everytime I get the mic

I just vibe vibe
You were kinda lit
Call it 44, we always the gang
If we never met, you should never do it
Crazy everytime I get the mic

123 bitch, look at my wrist
What time is it? I can't see
I feel right, what do you mean?
Ready pa' comerme el mundo Icy fucking Kid
I was with the fumes, ahora-



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Writer(s): Sammy Conejo
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