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Yeah run that niggaYeaaahI go by the name of iceberg but you can call me billion you knowAnd I'm on my way like I always sayThis my new favorite song and I'm a tell you whyHeyI'm the shit believe that whoaFuck that bitch I don't need that hoeI only smoke crypt yeah I need that droIf you think I'm a lick I'm a squeeze that fo'Then you gon' fall, yo soul gon' floatUp to the sky with them other peopleAnd this ain't a game so there no cheat codesNo pause buttons and no reloadsAnd I lay dick act she knowAnd when I'm up in her you can bet she coldI got a lot of bitches but man I need moreCause there's no such thing as enough c notesI run the 3-0-5 iceberg (live)I'm bout a rap boy I'm gon' (sly)The feds want me then I'm gon' (pie)They can be trick and I can be (fly)I don't give a damn it's dunk ryde or dieI rap part time drugs nine to five16 murders I bust out the nineCho got 32 bloods gon' slyI don't need friends just give me my 5The city up with me a nigga gon' dieThe city up in me and it's my timeI ride with blocks so expect my mindI clear the whole block when the stick pow powI drink up the dump when they hear our soundHold up let me catch my breathI'm a go till their ain't nothin leftOl nigga nah I ain't done yetTrick told me when I sleep I ain't get no checkIt's been 2 days I ain't been home yetTakin naps in the jet in the same biggie setI'm under surviellence my phone on deckBut I don't be on there cause the crackers is on itGreezy my home, grizz his tooAnd we is the shit tryin feel our shoesWe want yo bitch we like how she moveI'm takin pictures of her and sendin em to sootI sick of one and I'm headed to twoCall me billion it's what I doI get money I sell oMake niggas hate cause I snatch they hoesFix up the dunk, to show em I ain't brokeAnd keep a big strap incase they want moreNiggas make the songs that a brother never hearI'm not bought to diss you to start your careerYou outta yo league you need to do potYou claim to be everything that you notSeem me I'm a star and I fill myselfIf I lived yo life id kill myselfThe club like hoes I'm never in them bedDon't talk about yo trunk cause my shit right hereAnd we ride dunks and the fast like leersWe drive drunk but we don't drink beersWhen the chop is pregnant it always spitHe speakin a different language but hes callin you a bitch!And ain't nothing change it's the same ol shitI still toss ya pimp and I'm high off kimpYo ol momma old news and and I got a blood bitchAnd when I'm finished with the dunk I'm a grab her whipThere's still a couple niggas that die bouta bitchThatll make disc track and cry bouta bitchA couple dj's that don't play my shitBut a lot of real niggas thatll bring my hitsI'm a hood nigga let's get that clearA young rich nigga sayin fuck a outfitI'm runnin out here so I do it for my crewAnd I wear that shirt that says FREE SOOTI get money I sell oMake niggas hate cause I snatch they hoesFix up the dunk, to show em I ain't brokeAnd keep a big strap incase they want moreI'm the shittt
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