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Zuko G - Ice Onmah Wrist Lyrics

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Zuko G - Ice Onmah Wrist Lyrics




Ice onma wrist, f*ck witcha bitch
Ice onma wrist, suck onma dick
Ice onma wrist, gun witta clip
Ice onma wrist, work tillwe rich
F*ck up yo day
Pop a clip for droppin shade
Heard them say you called me gay
F*cked yo bitch now what you say
18 stacks you missed count
Beat you up like Chris Brown
Pay me for them rocks
Or you'll be moving in with Vicks hounds
18, what you tryna hate me for
I evolved, what the f*ck you tryna play me for
Got em all, I don't need to f*ckin date these whores
And I'm ballin like I never a day off court
Egotist, imma mothaf*ckin star
Eatin big, I aint never gonna starve
Get a grip, Imma rip you all apart
All of this? Just the muthaf*ckin start!
Ice onma wrist, f*ck witcha bitch
Ice onma wrist, suck onma dick
Ice onma wrist, gun witta clip
Ice onma wrist, work tillwe rich

I'm a bit strange like an isotope
I'll erupt with a bang like yellowstone
Women eat it up, that's a bite size hoe
Did you f*ck my girl? Man I don't know!?
Switchin up, I'm a bit bipolar
Everybody saying I'm blessed, I'm Kosher
Beat disappear like your girl, I stole her
Took her to the bathroom stall, blowdozed her (F*cked that bitch!)
I'm just playin, that bitch yours
I don't want that grimy whore!
15 years from now
You'll be f*cked and i'll be out on tour
Fillin it up and I gotta get that glass
Fillin the cup with a bitta extra gas
Fillin the bowl with a bitta extra grass
And I'm drillin a girl with a bitta extra ass
No one used to f*ck with this
Music got them on my dick
Flash my arm so y'all can't miss this
Ice onma WRIST
Ice onma wrist, f*ck witcha bitch
Ice onma wrist, suck onma dick
Ice onma wrist, gun witta clip
Ice onma wrist, work tillwe rich
Ice onma wrist, f*ck witcha bitch
Ice onma wrist, suck onma dick
Ice onma wrist, gun witta clip
Ice onma wrist, work tillwe rich
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Ice onma wrist, f*ck witcha bitch
Ice onma wrist, suck onma dick
Ice onma wrist, gun witta clip
Ice onma wrist, work tillwe rich
F*ck up yo day
Pop a clip for droppin shade
Heard them say you called me gay
F*cked yo bitch now what you say
18 stacks you missed count
Beat you up like Chris Brown
Pay me for them rocks
Or you'll be moving in with Vicks hounds
18, what you tryna hate me for
I evolved, what the f*ck you tryna play me for
Got em all, I don't need to f*ckin date these whores
And I'm ballin like I never a day off court
Egotist, imma mothaf*ckin star
Eatin big, I aint never gonna starve
Get a grip, Imma rip you all apart
All of this? Just the muthaf*ckin start!
Ice onma wrist, f*ck witcha bitch
Ice onma wrist, suck onma dick
Ice onma wrist, gun witta clip
Ice onma wrist, work tillwe rich

I'm a bit strange like an isotope
I'll erupt with a bang like yellowstone
Women eat it up, that's a bite size hoe
Did you f*ck my girl? Man I don't know!?
Switchin up, I'm a bit bipolar
Everybody saying I'm blessed, I'm Kosher
Beat disappear like your girl, I stole her
Took her to the bathroom stall, blowdozed her (F*cked that bitch!)
I'm just playin, that bitch yours
I don't want that grimy whore!
15 years from now
You'll be f*cked and i'll be out on tour
Fillin it up and I gotta get that glass
Fillin the cup with a bitta extra gas
Fillin the bowl with a bitta extra grass
And I'm drillin a girl with a bitta extra ass
No one used to f*ck with this
Music got them on my dick
Flash my arm so y'all can't miss this
Ice onma WRIST
Ice onma wrist, f*ck witcha bitch
Ice onma wrist, suck onma dick
Ice onma wrist, gun witta clip
Ice onma wrist, work tillwe rich
Ice onma wrist, f*ck witcha bitch
Ice onma wrist, suck onma dick
Ice onma wrist, gun witta clip
Ice onma wrist, work tillwe rich
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Zuko G Ice Onmah Wrist Video


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Length: 2:47
Written by: Zuko G

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