Ice Spice (feat. Luh Mal)

Talm bout real life
Talm bout real life
Talm bout real life

I ain't trippin' on no female that I had, that's a no-move
Block her number, she can't hit my phone She got a attitude, I come through trim on every beat
I'm not tryna be rude She cant leave me lone, stay callin' my phone
Cuz when they do, you know I'm finna switch it up I know somebody really steppin he can really put you up im talkin' bout real life
Caught luh shawty dancin', she was twerkin
like she ice spice walk up in the mall, and I just by it do not check the price,
One of the hardest at my school
Many bullets wet him up, think he feel inside a pool

Now he drownin', I was at the bottom, I remember y'all was clownin
Shoutout to JD, I know for sure he gettin' them pounds in
Tryna get that money, bitch, I'm talkin' bout them thousands
My real partner, he crazy, been breakin' in them houses

Got these diamonds on my neck, and they be drippin' like a fountain
How many girls you got i guess alot, I don't be countin
And I'm all the way up at the top, come get from of these mountains
Lil' baby, you can fuck wit me, just come and bring my pounds in

I'm in the room in OD, I'm smokin' with my closest friend
I told her, I don't want her, you keep actin' like a dumb lil' bitch
Ay say luh' mal, why she twerkin' like she ice spice
And I'ma do her wrong, I know she spectin' for me to do her right

And why you count me down when you see me, you said it was on sight
And when I see you, young niggas, your eyes had flash before your life
Thirteen bullets for one nigga, ain't talkin james harden
And it was never know Batman comin' up, I had to learn from robin

Colorful lil' bitch, I fuck around and call her dennis rodman
Get up off your feet go get some money stop all that fuckin' flaging
Yea' yea' yea' yea' yea' yea'
She said she wanna fuck with me can scream my name might have a baby
And you can't even count me down once I get his ass, it ain't no savin
It seem like I be prayin' to God but lately I been hearin' satan

Nah young nigga, we ain't racin', and he come out that building
With that chop stick, he get to blazin
And I been on some other shit, I'm dumping bullets for my patients
And all my niggas we fye'd up, we havin' blitz like it's nazy

And I don't want no hoe who suck dick and just fuck that shit, that basic



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Writer(s): Keyon Trammel
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