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Icing on the Cake Video (MV)




Performed By: Charlie Chamberlain
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Charlie Chamberlain




Charlie Chamberlain - Icing on the Cake Lyrics




I'm doing better na momma
I'm getting chedda na
And when I'm hurting inside
This how I let it out
Weighing my problems on
A digital scale
Yo co-d will tell
Before they sit in that cell
Living on hell
This earth shit hurt
It got me picturing
What heaven like
The feds tracking all the signals
Off these satellites
Some of us can have
A loaded deck
And don't play it right
I'm speaking life
Talking from a different height
You gotta see
I'm outta reach
Beefing with pooe niggas
Is like pulling teeth
You know that story lil bo peep
That's I felt when I lost my dog
I couldn't sleep
Plenty nights I grieve still
It's been times I didn't eat
And you can spend 20 thousand
On a time piece
But you can't buy the clock
In these 4 seasons
Holy Jesus
Can't save ya when karma come
Keep you a gun
Cause these sharks
Will eat you up
Like chum!

Picture me rolling
With no white folks staring
Doing the dash
In a Paris Blue McLaren
With nowhere to go
I got 99 problems
Getting a brick ain't 1
And I can get it on express
If you bout that shit
And that's fasho with it
Got papi on speed dial
He shipping we weed now
That's another ticket
In a coupe with no ceilings
I ain't worried bout no nigga
Moving weight in 3 states
No more coping O's nigga
Got the game from V
And the old niggas
They tell me take it slow
So I don't flash no dough
Keeping my enemies close
Having flashbacks
I swear I can feel the hate
I'm calculating my mathematics
These other sucka's hustle
Ass backwards or half at
I guess they in the way
I had to shake off my bad habits
Acquitted on the last case
Until the Feds came in
I took a couple L's
Tryin' to catch me win
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I'm doing better na momma
I'm getting chedda na
And when I'm hurting inside
This how I let it out
Weighing my problems on
A digital scale
Yo co-d will tell
Before they sit in that cell
Living on hell
This earth shit hurt
It got me picturing
What heaven like
The feds tracking all the signals
Off these satellites
Some of us can have
A loaded deck
And don't play it right
I'm speaking life
Talking from a different height
You gotta see
I'm outta reach
Beefing with pooe niggas
Is like pulling teeth
You know that story lil bo peep
That's I felt when I lost my dog
I couldn't sleep
Plenty nights I grieve still
It's been times I didn't eat
And you can spend 20 thousand
On a time piece
But you can't buy the clock
In these 4 seasons
Holy Jesus
Can't save ya when karma come
Keep you a gun
Cause these sharks
Will eat you up
Like chum!

Picture me rolling
With no white folks staring
Doing the dash
In a Paris Blue McLaren
With nowhere to go
I got 99 problems
Getting a brick ain't 1
And I can get it on express
If you bout that shit
And that's fasho with it
Got papi on speed dial
He shipping we weed now
That's another ticket
In a coupe with no ceilings
I ain't worried bout no nigga
Moving weight in 3 states
No more coping O's nigga
Got the game from V
And the old niggas
They tell me take it slow
So I don't flash no dough
Keeping my enemies close
Having flashbacks
I swear I can feel the hate
I'm calculating my mathematics
These other sucka's hustle
Ass backwards or half at
I guess they in the way
I had to shake off my bad habits
Acquitted on the last case
Until the Feds came in
I took a couple L's
Tryin' to catch me win
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Writer: Charlie Chamberlain
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