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Iceberg Lettuce

by hooligan chase

on Bodyache (2019)

[Intro]
Huh
(I can get jiggy with this, can get jiggy with that)

[Chorus]
I guess she tryna do me 'cause my rap songs (Well goddamn, hey)
I'll be just a minute, I don't think this will take that long
Hit her with my slacks on, uh (With the zipper)
Smoking with your bitch is the reason that my pack gone
If I want some tip-top (Tip-top)
I don't beat around no bush, I don't think we finna lip lock
Doja in the ziploc (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm loco in my melon, bitch don't comment 'til my shit drop

[Verse]
Fuck a school, still getting the best brain (Best brain, yeah, yeah)
Let me see some tricks, I'm hosting the X Games (Huh)
I do what I do and see no need to explain (What)
The gas be too gas, it's giving me chest pains
Superman these hoes, get played like ping pong (Ping)
Scoop me up a blonde, she calling me King Kong (King)
I'm [?] caught pimpin', just fed her a ding dong (Yeah)
And bitch I'm 'bout to bust like I got them things drawn, uh
Me and my two nuts, yeah these bitches know us (They do)
Since I'm stanking [?], I got them cold cuts (Cold cuts)
OG fine wine, bitches pack is robust
Bitching in my comments is like I give a whole fuck (What)
You do what you want with that
I'm like a chimney, I don't know how my lungs intact (I don't)
Your big coochie, I belly flop jump in that
Cracking heads coming for the whole pumpkin patch, yeah
Left, right, waterpark slide
Bitch you can't stone me, a spit in my eye (What else you say)
One day me and you die
Bet the whole thing, I ain't telling no lies
I'll just have the bop to go (Yeah)
Do it how you does when you stop and go (Yeah)
I need an accountant for my guap, I know (I know)
Riding down a mountain from the top, had a little, now a lot ,yeah
I said it, I said it
If you fuck with me, then bitch I bet you gon' regret it (I bet you, bet you)
Let's go make a movie, I'll be rolling like the credits
I'm Iceberg cold and I'm boutta hit the lettuce, uh
I said it, I said it
If you fuck with me, then bitch I bet you gon' regret it
Let's go make a movie, I'll be rolling like the credits
I'm Iceberg cold and I'm boutta hit the lettuce

[Chorus]
I guess she tryna do me 'cause my rap songs (Well goddamn, hey)
I'll be just a minute, I don't think this will take that long
Hit her with my slacks on, uh (With the zipper)
Smoking with your bitch is the reason that my pack gone
If I want some tip-top (Tip-top)
I don't beat around no bush, I don't think we finna lip lock
Doja in the ziploc (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm loco in my melon, bitch don't comment 'til my shit drop