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Ice Prince feat. A.K.A. Lyrics
"N-WORD REMIX"

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INTRO:
Ra ra..
Ya ya
Man a bad man
Man a gat
Man a realness
Man a yarn
Okay
We no listen when them talk it up
Ice, we stay mute
Ah ah
You already know my don
And its don jazzy again
VERSE 1:
Jazzy, I'm feeling great I'm feeling nice G
I'm shooting at the stars my trigger Spike Lee
I step inside the room your chick is like geez
She knows her underground ain't
Nothing to them ice's G
Jesus these niggas ain't in my category
I'm topping the lead and couple of gig is
Giving them niggas amnesias
I upping the beat one hundred degrees
I'm giving the niggas the seizure
I kill every verse and i kill every rapper
That happens to be in the future
HOOK:
Bo ye
They don dey top dey don dey feel nigga
Rapper get real slim aloring hail finger
Ojota dey salute and dey feel me
Elegushi dey halla oshey and they feel
Nigga
Bo ye
We don dey hammer overseas since
Motherfuckers hating on me please
Please
Bo ye
Dey don dey shout, dey don dey talk shit
If you start hating motherfucker you can
Back flip
VERSE 2:
I'm heading to the top they say its
Illuminati
I'm hanging in your city in a new
Buggatti
Watch me, you know that my crew is
Naughty
Big short chilling with a group of
Shawties
I'm rolling in your city like a roller coaster
Click click click manna overdose
We're shooting at the stars from afar
Nigga
I live in Obudu my house e no too far
Nigga
VERSE 3: (AKA)
Look how I put my city on the world
Map
Its goan take more than goodluck to bring
Your girls back
Fuck the hash tag, fuck a retweet
You never block me in the street I'm on
The main street
Please leave me to my devices
Get my cake up with don jazzy and Ice
Prince
Asaleikum wasalam let's get this paper
Drop a bomb like I'm Saddam, you ronald
Raegan Bo ye
Think out the box we're unstoppable
For you to jab you need to know that its
Possible
I'm at the airport, in my air force
Fuck the world put her legs by the head
Board
We break this press smoking this
Broccoli
Hard to get ahead in this dollar based
Economy
In the flag we pledge third world
Psychology
Now follow me while I follow dreams
You wanna be
HOOK:
Bo ye
We don dey top they don dey fail nigga
Rapper getting slim aloring hail finger
Ojota dey salute and dey feel me
Elegushi dey halla oshey and they feel
Nigga
Bo ye
We don dey hammer overseas since
Motherfuckers hating on me please
Please
Bo ye
They don dey shout
They don dey talk shit
If you start hating motherfucker you can
Back flip
OUTRO:
(Instrumental till fade)