Ycee - Iycee Baby lyrics

Intro : Yeeeah, freestylin' on this mother f**a, haa Iycee Baby b**h [Verse 1: !ycee] Rappin' wit' the f**in' latest, the greatest A f**in' manic, sufferin' from what you call hatin' Devilish thoughts, far from satin', patience I'm f**in' fame sick, not famous Got a n***a posted up - he waitin' In the booth all day just lacin', so much Wine in my House no Amy I see you hoes on a daily basis, Like im in the strip of Vegas A bad b**h equals alot of bad behaviour, Yeah Eat and beat the p**y up no an*s, no brainer But she cute, dumb, so she brainless, so wait up Ill be the one to provide the latex She wanna ball in these Trojan wars, so im Ajex I got an appetite for p**y (truely) I got to ride if its tight and juicy (smoothie) So how you doin' Miss Julie? told the last b**h to loosen up wit' me Then i kicked the b**h out coz she Lucy Shootin' white bullets, its Call of Duty Friends with benefits, its all a movie Ain't in it for the beauty but booty Break up, no make up, i thought you knew me Livin' for the paper, f** the haters Workin' that minimum wage for a minimal pay, so we bladed up Yup yup, we dangerous, we blatant, f** around wit' us We ain't playin' no play station No memory card, so who the f**s gonna save ya? One struck then you layin' on pavement Its Iycee Baby hip hops' saviour, you wanna talk? then say some .. Hook: Iycee Baby b**h Iycee Iycee Baby b**h Iycee Baby b**h Iycee Iycee Baby b**h Iycee Baby b**h Iycee Iycee Baby b**h You know what it is ..