Iceberg Slim - Sean Leon

I dick her down and then I dip

Don’t stick around, don’t stop to think it slow me down

With the 'fro out, bitch I’m pimpin' your bitch fuckin' for the clout

No, you didn’t feel me but you feelin' different now

I know you didn’t feel me but you feelin' different now

Why you frontin' like we close my nigga?

(damn)

We just took a pic, I ain’t your bro my nigga (damn)

Hood rich off the flip could get the quote my nigga

Got no sleep at night, made my dreams my real life nigga (Yeah)

Whippin' up the dope, its my elixir

Got them hoes inside the kitchen and they both just steady whippin' from the

snow

Convos with models, they think that we’re dating

Woo!

She look away 'cause I’m intimidating

I dick her down and then I dip

Don’t stick around, don’t stop to think it slow me down

With the 'fro out, bitch I’m pimpin' your bitch fuckin' for the clout

No, you didn’t feel me but you feelin' different now

I know you didn’t feel me but you feelin' different now

Ayy, I just hit a lick, I ain’t missing you

Two bitches and they friends tongue kissing

Hop up on the plane, go missing

Woke up far away, felt different

Baby mama spoiled, still bitchin', ayy

I admit it if I said it I meant it, ayy

Cut off all my hoes, I felt different, ayy

Had to cut off all my hoes, I felt different

(what got you feelin' different? Ayy)

Ooh, I guess the feeling different

Ahh, I guess they’re feeling different

Ahh, guess what?

I’m still indifferent

Ahh, guess what?

I’m still indifferent (Parkdale Cartel)

I got her slaving for the dick

This bitch be crazy for the dick

If she don’t make a nigga rich

I don’t need that fucking bitch

And I don’t need no fucking friends

When I’m counting all this money

I don’t need no fucking friends

When I’m counting all my money

And I could have bought a Benz

But I cut off all my friends

Then I ran up on a cheque

Got Adidas cutting cheques

Had to cool it with the checks

But I copped these Off-Whites

For them off-site meetings

Getting home to big bags

Getting to the big bags

Yeah, in the big leagues

These niggas got to feel me

(Parkdale Cartel)

I got her slaving for the dick

This bitch be crazy for dick

If she don’t make a nigga rich

I don’t need that fucking bitch

I don’t need that fucking-

I don’t need that fucking-

I don’t need that fucking bi-

I don’t need no fucking- (feeling different now)

(okay I’ma be the bad guy)

Drop my daughter off at school

(okay I’ma be the bad guy)

Make an upload to the cloud

(okay I’ma be the bad guy)

Come back down to racks

(okay I’ma be the bad guy)

Raking in these racks (I won’t lose hey)

No middle man, no meddling no

(Can't lose you) no settling

New tings trying to settle in

(I won’t lose hey) I got several of them

(I can’t lose) the cameras outside when I slide

I can’t lose hey, can’t lose you

The cameras outside when I slide

I won’t lose hey, can’t lose

I won’t lose hey, can’t lose you

I won’t lose hey, can’t lose

Can’t lose you, I won’t lose hey

Can’t lose, can’t lose, won’t lose

What I’m gonna do?

Other than what I do

I can’t lose, I won’t lose hey

I got her slaving for the dick

This bitch be crazy for the dick

If she don’t make a nigga rich

I don’t need that fucking bitch

And I don’t need no fucking friends

When I’m counting all this money

I don’t need no fucking friends

When I’m counting all my money