Ice Berg - Letting It Go lyrics

As the weed burns, & as the world turns... some may never learn
But f** it, that's what it is
The world ain't perfect, sh** nobody ain't perfect
Only thing perfect in this situattion is the blunt
You feel me ?
That's the only thang perfect in this situation right now

[Verse 1]
Baby I can't love you like he do...
But I can be a man, and be real and tell you I wanna drill
Opposed to em telling you sh** you just wanna hear & end up doing you wrong, leavin you in the cold
So break down this weed while I make you a drink , I know this sh** that im saying kind of making you think
But you aint gotta next life girl its yolo baby and we aint postin no pictures cuz thats a no, no baby
Just let em wander a bit...
And if we ever take it public we'll give they a** a ton of them flicks
But for now we just lowkey, speedin behind tints, talking sh**, gettin bent cuz we outta them hoes reach
Started f**in with me you left outta them hoes league & when you stop you goin back down a slow speed
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Cali kush consumer, Billion be the name b**h, before I cuff a slut I fill her arm with bracelets And usualy I don't say this but we can be together, trips up to Denver just so we can see the weather (Uhh)
Oh you aint never seen snow? With me you go see alot & you never see broke
I just wanna smoke & politic like never before, I see you own the Brianna sh** like you're Marilyn Monroe
Designer down to ya heels so I carry that 4 & anybody try us then um lettin it go (FIE)
I swear I'm lettin it go

I swear I'm lettin it go
Had to take a smoke break
Let me get it back doe
Shoutout to my lil homie Jai doe..
For no reason

[Verse 2]
Hold up, weed ashes & dutchmaster insides, right along with empty bottles and bones from ribeyes from last night cover the counter
Them b**hes worry bout they ruined hair-do more than the p**y they got s**ered outta
Baby these the women that you shouldn't give a f** about I hit her last may and she pregnant from my cousin now
His soft a** know it, he just tryna play crazy, hell I wouldn't be surprised if it aint his baby
My other homie fell in love with a stripper, sh** i'll pick her over alot of these b**hes
Cuz she just tryna get paid & vibe wit a n***a, and besides, she don't lie about the sh** that she into
I got problems with the b**hes who only hoe in the close & spend the time down talkin the ones who do it for some dollars
And flaw a** baby mamas who always findin problems instead of lettin a n***a be a father thats why I love my real b**hes, you feel me ?
You aint gotta try to rob em baby build wit em
Even if he was doin dirt you suposse to k** wit him, instead of clubbin tryna come up on a meal ticket

But f** it, it is what it is.
You raggedy hoes just make a n***a go harder
Be the same ones get sh**ted on in the end & sh**, cryin to ya friends & sh** (HA)
Its smokin, smoke wit me baby...
f** it, f** it

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