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Isaac Kumeh Manneh Jr.
Isaac Kumeh Manneh Jr.
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Sirweah Quioh
Sirweah Quioh
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I'm fresh Up from the toes to the neck LIB niggas we the best Walk up in the building that's death Uhh! Awe yes Shawty wanna holla, aite bet I might put some jewels on ya neck Ima have to die for respect They call me Ice, cause I'm Icey If I likey, what's the pricey She's a pisces and she tighty Give me headshots, baby snipe me Told her to take it off when she Skype me So enticing Got this Gucci on no Nike So much gucci man bitch I might be She fell in love with the drip she's a groupie Cus every time I throw it on, it's movie Give me the double R or the double breast I wear with no shirt, so you see my chest Yeah! we the best, so I fux it up, like it's a mess Yeah ima rude boy ima cool boy And My shit don't jerk like I'm a new boy Y'all good boys, stay a good Boy You ain't gotta act, we already knew boy That's a fact like the lessons in schoolboy and I always do my thing, cus I'm a Kru boy Hermes belt, when I step up in the room Always freshman stepping out the womb Always freshman, like my first year in high school Always freshman so we don't need no broom I'm Fresh I'm cool... ICE... ICEY I'm fresh Up from the toes to the neck LIB niggas we the best Walk up in the building that's death Uhh! Oh yes Shawty wanna holla, aite bet I might put some jewels on ya neck Ima have to die for respect. They call me Noissy n im icy See this ice on my neck that's pricy That's the reason why shawty want be the wifey I might have to beat it like Tyson Lil mama so freaky she tryna get some I know it's prolly cuz I got the bands huh And ya friends dem, say they wanna ride with me and my guys I told her hop in the phantom, yea And I notice the shawty don't really like me She F***ing with me just because I got the icy And truthfully that type of shit just don't excite me But f*** it we can make a movie like it's spike Lee Southwest 67 where I came from Where the scammers be hustling for the big funds In the middle of the club throwing big ones If you don't stand in line you might get hit up with them steel drums That's why I keep my shit low key Niggas talking like we friends but b***h you don't know me Young nigga but I'm only chillin with OGs And how you puffing on that gas but your tank on E Whole lotta cash, whole lotta cash shit Couple M's in the safe b***h I'm established Blame it all on my daddy, wear it's a habit Might spend a couple racks on her cuz she's a bad b***h, yea! I'm fresh Up from the toes to the neck LIB niggas we the best Walk up in the building that's death Uhh!! Oh yes Shawty wanna holla, aite bet I might put some jewels on ya neck Ima have to die for respect They call me Noissy n im icy See this ice on my neck that's pricy That's the reason why shawty want be the wifey I might have to beat it like Tyson
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