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mol$ - ICKY ICKY lyrics

Artist: mol$

album: HAREM


Am I strong enough to do that?
Oh my God, I'm so strong now
Jesus fucking Christ, I did that with no effort
You know, I'm sorry man, I think I need to order another tank top
I really liked that tank top
Damn, I didn't think I'd be that strong to fuckin' just rip it
I didn't even have a hole in it, I just fuckin' ripped it
It's that easy now? What the fuck
I think your ho' she wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin glickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky
Think your ho' she wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin glickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky, yeah
She a bad bitch, she Heaven sent
You broke, you got seven cents
God gave me his Leatherman
And told me never let 'em in
I've been making paper likе a money machine
That bitch white likе Dylan Brady, got me feeling so clean
When I walk up on the promenade, now I do what I want
These bitches see me and they want my bod, like oh my G-God
This lil' boy MOL$, he kinda cute, but damn he flexin' a lot
That's 'cause I came up from the dirt and now I'm coppin' a lot
I said, ayy, grab you by the heart like I was killua
Leave you in the dark then power up like Tony Stark
Wait this hook about to start
Cut you down like I was Marth
I got hoes in every time zone and they're tearing me apart
I think your ho' she wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin glickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky
Think your ho' she wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin glickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky, yeah
Okay, I pull up with that lil' hoe
Bitch, fuck you, I'm on for my bros
That hoe gon' try to come for my throat
We gon' pull up and drop 'em, bitch, I might go
Okay, they thinkin' I'm mad, but I got they bitch on my dick tip
I don't got choppas but I still really wanna talk shit
I don't fuck with you because you gotta get a grip, bitch
You think you talkin' and I'ma drop 'em in a moshpit
Okay, like bitch get off my dick if you wan' fuck with my dough
I don't spend a lot of money, baby, all my chains is faux
That boy don't know how to rap, give him a slap on the wrist
And I don't know, I don't know what's next, just wan' flash in the drip
Okay, I fuck pussies up, I ain't trippin' 'bout the bucks
I ain't dumb, if you got time I think we can go knuckle up
And I've been fuckin' around and that bitch get so mad
I get tired of that hoe unless she throw ass
I've been waiting to get it, I want cat so bad
If we pull up on lil' bro, then he tip so bad
I think your ho' she wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin glickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky
Think your ho' she wanna kiss me
How y'all sayin' she was picky?
I got two twin glickys
See my bank? It's icky, icky, yeah
I gotta call the cops
Hello? There's been a murder
Nigga, fuck
Allison, can you explain what internet is?

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