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McLaren icy, spicy, and I drive it nicely
Got Playboy on my belt, and I think they like me
Got players to my right, tryna make me wifey
Don't like it when I speed, gotta hold on tightly
Ice on my neck, acicalao to my Nikes
Said I'm drippy with the sauce, buffalo like wild wings
I'm a New York girl, but I'm here to save the world
Baby, I love your curls
Let it twirl when you drop
She be dancin' to my music
Like she one of the muses
And I'm hercules
Meet me at the QT
I stay pumpin' premium, all my cars foreign
We can race, I already won, cause my
McLaren icy, spicy, and I drive it nicely
Got Playboy on my belt, and I think they like me
Got players to my right, tryna make me wifey
Don't like it when I speed, gotta hold on tightly
I'm so fly, in my dreams I'm sky high
Like a bird, my suit and tie, wearin' my disguise
So I can hide from these guys, why they so weird
The way I dress, I caught their eye
The way they act, I catch them lies
They call me honey but I stay swattin' flies
I stay cashin' checks, they wanna know what's next
Mentioned the ice on my neck cause it flows to my chest
I do these flows as reps
I'm way too cold for this
Cause I'm
Cause I'm icy, spicy, and they wanna wife me
Got Playboys on my belt, and I think they like me
How'd you get your confidence, but got no common sense
You can buy a Rolex, I'll still think of you as less
Without your pride and your ego, all you got is arrogance
Once you get what you want, it'll feel like nothing's left
I've had the grass and it ain't greener
Substitutes, I'll be your teacher
Substitute what they don't teach you
I've had like two but I'm still reaching
Preach to the choirs, they're still speechless
Speaking truth, they can't believe it
Wrap your mind around it, peep it
We don't want you if you ain't peaking
Think I can't, you must be tweaking
Live with your mom, but can't provide
No, I can't give you a ride
In my
McLaren icy, spicy, and I drive it nicely
Got Playboy on my belt, and I think they like me
Got players to my right, tryna make me wifey
Don't like it when I speed, gotta hold on tightly
McLaren icy, spicy, and I drive it nicely
Got Playboy on my belt, and I think they like me
Got players to my right, tryna make me wifey
Don't like it when I speed, gotta hold on tightly
Waylo
Waylo
Skar