Tory Lanez - Icey Dicey lyrics

Man I f** every b**h ion Toronto Loud party in my condo I got tissue deep in It's like easter spring in Montana f**ed up but I'm still dry f**ed up but I'm still dry Now I'm playing that she joking Where the f** is my real drive I'm air dropping she pill popping Make black balling I'm still dropping And I'm toned up on that rail stop And the swap boys never will stop 5'9 and she found some Baddest f** but you find too My pocket know I am flying too And I make a chick break a chick sponsored links Lake down and give her dick Long in the night with your baby like We're trying to get at your lady It's only hopping step in Ladies don't stop let me get guac In the room like just let me get top Pay me to f** me b**h tell me to guac We got them b**hes a penny a pop Pennies will pop then they got drop Man I'm on top n******g don't stop God don't know where them blamers gonna pop I say damn I wreck it like Hannibal Lector Back on my solid this animal setting Acting no anger just hang me to thank Back off the thing and leave chesses like checkers Flashes don't even come check on my checks Pay low and I bailout We'd be talking, that's pain up Four car I'm sitting tall It's so hard just to lay low What's wrong with my wrist? Eyeball, eyelids Chico mi kaki cause she can't s** my dick It's too bad I'm too fly How was your girl? How was your girl? Two words uuu a Come tell my n******gs who's up? Drinking liquor with my n******gs Wifing down on like granny holes I know that I might get caught But sh** n******g there's plenty more Endlessly we can get brought up on Hennessy Roll up and twist in the remedy f**ing with b**hes that's 20 They look like 20 telling you Calling as she know Call as she close She be wanting all She f** with my... Me I'm trying to cut cut close She gone making payments if I think... And I might let her f** I might let her f** I might let her f** I might let her f** Man what the f**'s wrong with these hoes, bro? King sh** no cobra Got a sling clip no shoulder Strap on a n******g don't stop Back on a n******g back home Like post up I'm in a row trap Ghost riding hitting folks less My n******g Jay shining with the gold cuffs Like this sh**, damn n******g I'm this sh** Cold bin like damn n******g I'm sea sick Sea slick on that g sh** I got a whip calling and my brae slip Hating hard and you ain't my dog Why you all on that lee sh**? G6 paint flies Jay's on plain flights Cut you late I hit you dang twice Man for the frame I've been the same nights When a damn title with your name right What your frame like? They flaming I'm drunk driving Get off my dick ...playing right? Right And I'm so on and I'm all on Got the main light on the main street In the daylight with my chain bright Got a dang right... It ain't right but I do it though Acting like you got all that bread It ain't like you got too much dough Where you go with all that head? I ain't up for talking I know Shorty like my features so I'd be swing on double D I got hoses that is my features Some 44 for them... These shorties know I got heaters But all you hear is like beepers Put all my... All that sh** just between them She pillow bite like she teething I hear major breaks I'm like genius Chain my double for time Your b**h is still calling I dig her like we ain't got women See I like women spicy like they came So if I put for longer Then I'll be f**ing that model She'd be all day long she f** with my club Me I'm tryint to cut cut close She gone making payments if I think... And I might let her f** I might let her f** I might let her f** I might let her f** Come my n******g Jay got dough Got this block .. If you're looking for your b**h She on top of our dicks This all yours... Meet a bad b**h I might let her f** You know what I'm saying You can't just f** me for free I might let you f** baby