Tonart: Eb minor•
Intro 1
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Iceberg want a bag, bitch
Chorus 1
Ebm
We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
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And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
Ebm
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
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We ain't aimin' for your body,
shots hits your brain
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We come from poverty, man,
we ain't have a thing
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It's a lot of animosity,
but they won't say my name
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Them killers rock with me,
lil' nigga, don't get banged
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'Cause they'll do the job for me
while I hop on a plane
Verse 1
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She don't like her body,
left the doctor with a new shape
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Blowing up my phone
'cause she just see me with my new bae
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Heartbreaker, ladies love me like I'm Cool J
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She was tryna cling
onto a nigga, but it's too late
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Booked a flight to Cali,
racks and condoms in my suitcase
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And every single dollar
in these bands gotta blue face
Ebm
Diamonds in the Rollie,
they in HD like it's Blu-Ray
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The way that I been ballin'
should make the cover of 2K
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Show out for the summer
I might pull up in a new Wraith
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Dissin' on the gang that's gon'
only get your crew chased
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And we hawk shit down,
better tighten up yo shoe lace
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Lil' bro get up close let the Glock 22 spray
Chorus 2
Ebm
We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
Cbmaj7
And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
Ebm
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
Cbmaj7
We ain't aimin' for your body,
shots hits your brain
Ebm
We come from poverty, man,
we ain't have a thing
Cbmaj7
It's a lot of animosity,
but they won't say my name
Ebm
Them killers rock with me,
lil' nigga, don't get banged
Cbmaj7
'Cause they'll do the job for me
Verse 2
while I hop on a plane
He said he ready for the stain
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What you claim? You a lame
You ain't never put in pain
Ebm
So I be around some killers
That go crazy for the gang
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If I showed you all my charges
You won't look at me the same
Ebm
Made some choices in my life
I wish I never had to make
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Lost my brother, seen him die
And I just seen him graduate
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Got that .40 on my side
And I'm just rollin' past the Jakes
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Bro, my hands can do the job
And I ain't talkin' masturbate
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I was in and outta state
'Cause I had a bag to make
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I risked my life but it's aight
'Cause God ain't let me pass away
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Fuck tomorrow, spin the block
Just know we comin' back today
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I call Polo, he come dolo,
we get 'em the fast way
Chorus 3
Ebm
We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
Cbmaj7
And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
Ebm
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
Cbmaj7
We ain't aimin' for your body,
shots hits your brain
Ebm
We come from poverty, man,
we ain't have a thing
Cbmaj7
It's a lot of animosity,
but they won't say my name
Ebm
Them killers rock with me,
lil' nigga, don't get banged
Cbmaj7
'Cause they'll do the job for me
Outro 1
while I hop on a plane
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Cbmaj7
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[Repeat and fade]
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