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Young Andre The Iceman - King Piccolo's Revenge Lyrics



Young Andre The Iceman - King Piccolo's Revenge Lyrics




We getting right, it's done up
Bitch I ain't losing the fight, we run up
Niggas plotting til mothaf*ckin' sun up
And I got the means to make sure we come up

Moving smart, now you niggas can't see me
Throwing bows, imma do it in 3D
You niggas hoes we ain't making a treaty
Now y'all gotta get outta here like you wheezy

I might just bless you, now you say that you loyal my niggas might test you
And I might wanna flex too, with that lame ass drip ain't nobody gon text you
And you know we gon' best you, why you looking for hoes, you bout to go rescue
Nah nigga you can't get through, you artificial like a test tube

Schoolin' these niggas, no class
Keep on chattin' imma hit him with a final smash
I'm on they mothaf*ckin' ass
And if they got a problem imma send em to the past
They tried to put me in a cage
I'm breaking out and I'm bout to take center stage
I'm going on a rampage
I'm about to throw everybody in the ice age

You niggas weak on the battleground
Swear to god y'all don't wanna battle now
We was making moves while y'all sat around
Now it's too late, bitch it's going down

All my niggas in the spot
Bro he gon' call up a thot
Apex we gon drop
All the opps, y'all can go kick rocks

Roddy Ricch I got the box
Game 7 how we runnin' the blocks
Speak up or don't talk
Blueface, how I catch you slipping with the mop

Gassed up, and you finished
Lot on my plate, it's the green like spinach
Bitch, get out of my business
You niggas, just like a Popeyes biscuit

You niggas reaching like Jake, I'm moving like Finn, bitch I got the power within
Y'all see through, and you fake, so I'm goin' in, so hard you would think it's a sin
Big drip, you know I'll do what it takes, we only going for the win
Nigga I'm never gon' break, I move with a spin, and nigga I'm swift like wind

Kakashi, how you niggas gon' copy
Unbeatable you cannot stop me
Hell yeah I'm feeling cocky
Half Evil on my body

Iced out like it's hockey
Sauce on me teriyaki
Big waves like tsunami
Take em out kamikaze

Niggas hating like a nazi
Lame nigga and you snobby
Weak ass f*ckin' posse
Test niggas like Johnny

Attack boost like moxie
Can't clean up bitch you sloppy
Hilfiger on me tommy
Hot nigga like wasabi

Niggas gon' hate cause I got it
40 bands busting out my mothaf*ckin' wallet
I got the drip, the sauce, you nigga can't cop it
Moving like a tidal wave and you niggas can't stop it
Lights camera action, we get to the profits

Young nigga and I'm fly like a f*cking rocket
F*ck it nigga I might stop it
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We getting right, it's done up
Bitch I ain't losing the fight, we run up
Niggas plotting til mothaf*ckin' sun up
And I got the means to make sure we come up

Moving smart, now you niggas can't see me
Throwing bows, imma do it in 3D
You niggas hoes we ain't making a treaty
Now y'all gotta get outta here like you wheezy

I might just bless you, now you say that you loyal my niggas might test you
And I might wanna flex too, with that lame ass drip ain't nobody gon text you
And you know we gon' best you, why you looking for hoes, you bout to go rescue
Nah nigga you can't get through, you artificial like a test tube

Schoolin' these niggas, no class
Keep on chattin' imma hit him with a final smash
I'm on they mothaf*ckin' ass
And if they got a problem imma send em to the past
They tried to put me in a cage
I'm breaking out and I'm bout to take center stage
I'm going on a rampage
I'm about to throw everybody in the ice age

You niggas weak on the battleground
Swear to god y'all don't wanna battle now
We was making moves while y'all sat around
Now it's too late, bitch it's going down

All my niggas in the spot
Bro he gon' call up a thot
Apex we gon drop
All the opps, y'all can go kick rocks

Roddy Ricch I got the box
Game 7 how we runnin' the blocks
Speak up or don't talk
Blueface, how I catch you slipping with the mop

Gassed up, and you finished
Lot on my plate, it's the green like spinach
Bitch, get out of my business
You niggas, just like a Popeyes biscuit

You niggas reaching like Jake, I'm moving like Finn, bitch I got the power within
Y'all see through, and you fake, so I'm goin' in, so hard you would think it's a sin
Big drip, you know I'll do what it takes, we only going for the win
Nigga I'm never gon' break, I move with a spin, and nigga I'm swift like wind

Kakashi, how you niggas gon' copy
Unbeatable you cannot stop me
Hell yeah I'm feeling cocky
Half Evil on my body

Iced out like it's hockey
Sauce on me teriyaki
Big waves like tsunami
Take em out kamikaze

Niggas hating like a nazi
Lame nigga and you snobby
Weak ass f*ckin' posse
Test niggas like Johnny

Attack boost like moxie
Can't clean up bitch you sloppy
Hilfiger on me tommy
Hot nigga like wasabi

Niggas gon' hate cause I got it
40 bands busting out my mothaf*ckin' wallet
I got the drip, the sauce, you nigga can't cop it
Moving like a tidal wave and you niggas can't stop it
Lights camera action, we get to the profits

Young nigga and I'm fly like a f*cking rocket
F*ck it nigga I might stop it
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Writer: Jawhar Andre
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Performed By: Young Andre The Iceman
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Jawhar Andre

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