We're dead, we're dead, we're dead
Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga
Heard 'em say we fell off, it's that get back, nigga
I ain't come for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that
Ride around the city, it's a motherf*ckin' witch hunt
Baby want some money just so can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itchin' for lick, itch, itchin' for a lick
Yeah
Lookin' at my bills, where my motherf*ckin' money at? (Where my money?)
Deep inside the Hills, show 'em a place where it ain't sunny at
Whoa, mess around
You might get your tummy tat
Hundreds and a gram of baking soda, this a mummy rap
I do what I want
I pull up to Montreal, I was smokin' on a blunt
I don't even smoke on blunts
You not a boss, you got laid off
Cuzzi got Cartier shades on
Cuban link on me like Raekwon
And heroes came down with they cape on
And my thoughts paralyze, it's a paranoid mind, whoa
Held up in a cell, I've been one with mankind
I've been steppin' on mines, takin' what's mine
This time I'ma run it up, set the bar, f*ck it up, whoa
Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga
Heard 'em say we fell off, it's that get back, nigga
I ain't come for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that, nigga
Ride around the city, it's a motherf*ckin' witch hunt
Baby want some money just so can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itchin' for lick, itch, itchin' for a lick
Ayy
Cash man, give me all the money in the register
Backhand, I can knock competitors or federal
Black man number, dirty money, got my credit up
No Batman, nowadays I'm movin' like the Riddler
Lie to the pussy, the truth gon' hurt
I was riding 'round the city, in a two-tone 'vert
Heartbreak, on hurt (ooh)
Don't get hooked on Percs (yeah)
Niggas missin' for the struggle, wanna click for the perks
And my last bitch used to strip
Ass fat, super thick
Could've stayed with her
But she never went to school and shit
I stunt, I flex, I don't get checked
I place my bet, then win, what's next?
J alive
Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga
Heard 'em say we fell off, it's that get back, nigga
I ain't come for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that, nigga, whoa
She wanna spend the night, where your bitch at, nigga?
Heard you f*cking with the pipe, gotta quit that nigga
Don't be playin' with your life, push that shit back, nigga
If I gotta tell 'em twice, they gon' miss that
Ride around the city, it's a motherf*ckin' witch hunt
Baby want some money just so can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itchin' for lick, itch, itchin' for a lick
Jazz Cartier - Itchin' For A Lick Lyrics
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We're dead, we're dead, we're dead
Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga
Heard 'em say we fell off, it's that get back, nigga
I ain't come for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that
Ride around the city, it's a motherf*ckin' witch hunt
Baby want some money just so can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itchin' for lick, itch, itchin' for a lick
Yeah
Lookin' at my bills, where my motherf*ckin' money at? (Where my money?)
Deep inside the Hills, show 'em a place where it ain't sunny at
Whoa, mess around
You might get your tummy tat
Hundreds and a gram of baking soda, this a mummy rap
I do what I want
I pull up to Montreal, I was smokin' on a blunt
I don't even smoke on blunts
You not a boss, you got laid off
Cuzzi got Cartier shades on
Cuban link on me like Raekwon
And heroes came down with they cape on
And my thoughts paralyze, it's a paranoid mind, whoa
Held up in a cell, I've been one with mankind
I've been steppin' on mines, takin' what's mine
This time I'ma run it up, set the bar, f*ck it up, whoa
Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga
Heard 'em say we fell off, it's that get back, nigga
I ain't come for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that, nigga
Ride around the city, it's a motherf*ckin' witch hunt
Baby want some money just so can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itchin' for lick, itch, itchin' for a lick
Ayy
Cash man, give me all the money in the register
Backhand, I can knock competitors or federal
Black man number, dirty money, got my credit up
No Batman, nowadays I'm movin' like the Riddler
Lie to the pussy, the truth gon' hurt
I was riding 'round the city, in a two-tone 'vert
Heartbreak, on hurt (ooh)
Don't get hooked on Percs (yeah)
Niggas missin' for the struggle, wanna click for the perks
And my last bitch used to strip
Ass fat, super thick
Could've stayed with her
But she never went to school and shit
I stunt, I flex, I don't get checked
I place my bet, then win, what's next?
J alive
Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga
Heard 'em say we fell off, it's that get back, nigga
I ain't come for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that, nigga, whoa
She wanna spend the night, where your bitch at, nigga?
Heard you f*cking with the pipe, gotta quit that nigga
Don't be playin' with your life, push that shit back, nigga
If I gotta tell 'em twice, they gon' miss that
Ride around the city, it's a motherf*ckin' witch hunt
Baby want some money just so can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itchin' for lick, itch, itchin' for a lick
Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga
Heard 'em say we fell off, it's that get back, nigga
I ain't come for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that
Ride around the city, it's a motherf*ckin' witch hunt
Baby want some money just so can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itchin' for lick, itch, itchin' for a lick
Yeah
Lookin' at my bills, where my motherf*ckin' money at? (Where my money?)
Deep inside the Hills, show 'em a place where it ain't sunny at
Whoa, mess around
You might get your tummy tat
Hundreds and a gram of baking soda, this a mummy rap
I do what I want
I pull up to Montreal, I was smokin' on a blunt
I don't even smoke on blunts
You not a boss, you got laid off
Cuzzi got Cartier shades on
Cuban link on me like Raekwon
And heroes came down with they cape on
And my thoughts paralyze, it's a paranoid mind, whoa
Held up in a cell, I've been one with mankind
I've been steppin' on mines, takin' what's mine
This time I'ma run it up, set the bar, f*ck it up, whoa
Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga
Heard 'em say we fell off, it's that get back, nigga
I ain't come for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that, nigga
Ride around the city, it's a motherf*ckin' witch hunt
Baby want some money just so can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itchin' for lick, itch, itchin' for a lick
Ayy
Cash man, give me all the money in the register
Backhand, I can knock competitors or federal
Black man number, dirty money, got my credit up
No Batman, nowadays I'm movin' like the Riddler
Lie to the pussy, the truth gon' hurt
I was riding 'round the city, in a two-tone 'vert
Heartbreak, on hurt (ooh)
Don't get hooked on Percs (yeah)
Niggas missin' for the struggle, wanna click for the perks
And my last bitch used to strip
Ass fat, super thick
Could've stayed with her
But she never went to school and shit
I stunt, I flex, I don't get checked
I place my bet, then win, what's next?
J alive
Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga
Heard 'em say we fell off, it's that get back, nigga
I ain't come for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that, nigga, whoa
She wanna spend the night, where your bitch at, nigga?
Heard you f*cking with the pipe, gotta quit that nigga
Don't be playin' with your life, push that shit back, nigga
If I gotta tell 'em twice, they gon' miss that
Ride around the city, it's a motherf*ckin' witch hunt
Baby want some money just so can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itchin' for lick, itch, itchin' for a lick
Writer: Jahmarie Wishart Adams
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing