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Icarus

Genres: Rock

Da Bullshit Lyrics - Icarus

Da bullshit, IC-Don motherfucker, da bullshit 

Funk Doc, motherfucker, push whips, motherfucker 

Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker, yo 

Brick City, Jersey, I got the weed, homie 

Na, na, na chill, chill, chill, na, na chill , where the weed at 

It's da bullshit, bullshit, yo where the weed at fellas, what you lightin' 

 

Yo, yo, you motherfuckers gon' learn 

When it come to this shit, I ain't about takin' turns 

'Cause Doc's in the place, the cold nigga, I'm too late to thaw 

Doc unfold niggas 'til they ribs is raw 

 

Whether you up the ball or ride the bitch 

My pens write with a vengeance and Viagra in 

Stay hard like the biceps when it's stacked 

I'm gritty, I wouldn't love in a tennis match 

 

I don't like to sign autographs half the time 

I scribble my name and draw a jackass design 

Calvin Kleins spilled on the floor, you just got 

Dogged on the tour, so, send some new whores, H O 

 

I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor to warn 

And people at the label I'm on 

Crunch time, what you think the forty-four is for 

When I grub, I want the whole smorgas board 

 

Gotta clean my act up and, get my thoughts straight 

Stop smashin' the five and appear in the court dates 

I won't ride the bike unless it's see be are 

With no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next 

 

I'm still wheel handlin, you die in a ambulance 

Block prime scramblin', glock nine handlin' 

Duckin' the flows of mind travelin' 

You heard it before, you ain't Sunshine Anderson 

 

Got a bomb plantin' and I'm ready for more 

Bitches gettin' in my party givin' head at the do 

All my niggas and my shorty's and get high in the audience 

I carry a gaudy gun, you'll die in the audience 

 

That's the bullshit, the bullshit 

We walk up in the club we on the bullshit 

That's the bullshit, the bullshit 

Fondling your bitch ass off the bullshit 

 

That's the bullshit, the bullshit 

Brick City, Brook-non off the bullshit 

That's the bullshit, that's the bullshit 

That's the- nah, nah, nah, nah, chill nigga 

That's the bullshit 

 

Yo, I put the pressure on a man without a gun in my hand 

His limpin' lenny turn around and then I pump from the pants 

One nine in each arm, I get hot as I squeeze from it 

Now he's a cheap ornament, died in a street tournament 

 

Peep the clues, not deep with dudes 

My Benz don't carry shoes 'cause I'm cheap as Jews 

But I let off this cannon bet your fleet would move 

After that I tell you and what the beat to do 

 

Fuck the Visine, duck when I lean out the window 

With a shottie with me and myself and Irene and my team 

Fuck your mainstream dry off feet 

I'm explosive as Simon in Die Hard 3 

 

Now you wavin' six flags like you at GA 

'Cause my gun on standby like a flight delay 

Sprayin' water on all those whoever's hot 

Take they mic, take they jewels, then them Bezell, Doc 

 

Stop IC-Don, get gone, nigga I'm here 

Sippin' a beer, 5th with the clip in the rear 

That'll lift him off his feet, make him flip in the air 

I pull big guns out, like I'm hittin' a deer 

 

You don't really know when trouble come 

When you open your door and somebody 

In yo, house chewin' bubble gum 

With double guns, cocked in each hand 

Nigga, you about to be buried in beach sand 

 

I don't care if you broke or not 

I don't care if you sell weed, dope, coke or not 

Nigga, I still smoke the glock 

Give your face polka dots, y'all better hope I stop 

 

Man doom, I kidnap a classroom 

Hide 'em in the left wing of my bathroom 

Do you think you could survive all that we bring, ya 

Bullets, comin' at ya just as long as your finger 

 

And every, morning I linger on the corner just drinkin' 

Borin' and thinkin', how I'm 'bout to score with this ink pen 

You better hope we blow on this rappin' shit 

You don't want us to go under the mattresses 

 

Shorty lookin' at me funny like I don't get bank 

My house is hot bitch, I swim in my fish tank 

Every car got a bar, the whole clique drink 

I'm a dirty nigga, nuts sweaty, dick stink 

 

After we fuck, I'm takin' you to S and D's 

That's a lie bitch I am on ecstasy 

I won't remember none of this when the X in me 

So if you want sex for free, check for me, IC-Don 

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