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Peewee Longway "Ice Cube" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peewee Longway
Peewee Longway
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peewee Longway
Peewee Longway
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CiceroOnDaBeat
CiceroOnDaBeat
Producer

Lyrics

What you workin' with? That my facecard
That's your facecard
(Cicero on da beat)
Tie his muhfuckin' facecard
What you workin' with?
What you workin' with?
I'm workin' with my facecard
Break your damn wrist
Cookin' up that straight hard
Yeah, and I'm goin' straight hard
Dumb with the 'K
Then make bond on my face
'Cause I'm done with the case, beat it
Twelve-fifty, twelve-fifty
Two bands on my shoes
Shoot a fifty, shoot another fifty
'Til we make the news
Went full petty in a minute
Asian bitch showed me her boobs
Wish for opps tellin' game
And they swipin' and start scammin'
I'm on xannies in the Lamby
Might do the dash and go crash it
I'm on perkies while I'm workin'
I'm booted, got bad habits
I put blues on the jeweler
Got VV's on top of baguettes
I'm the Dapper Don with that
I wear Dior, new Air Maxes
.448, we fax 'em
Thousand we made out the plastic
She tookin' on dick like it's acid
I pull up in coupe, Jurassic
Wings, pterodactyl
I'm on a bean, pop a capsule
Roley freeze, I'm Alaska
Servin' chicken platter like it's pasta
I want every dollar like Little Rascal
My daddy dead and I'm a bastard
I got a buck fifty
Cut you like a Bronx ****
Real swamp ****
Pump gon' make you jump, ****
Boom, bow, two-step
DJ Unk, ****, huh?
Yeah, in my black tee I still trump ****
I hit licks in my black tee
I'm still a gold digger
Take your chain and your Roley
Come up out your shoes, ****
Grabbed my chain and my Roley
'Fore I went to school, ****
I'm a walkin' ice licker
I wear nothin' but cubes
All my diamonds bling blaow
Look like molecules
Ain't no tuckin' in my chain
I feel like Ice Cube
Got that 'stendo with my .40
I might make the news
Neighborhood crippin'
All my homies got the blues
Lockin' ends in the pen
Chain gang rule
He just got ten with a ten, errybody food
I popped a bean once again
To match my attitude
I put them Forgis on that bitch
To match my gratitude
I put a lift kit on my raps
To lift my longitude
I bang a left, I bang a right
Get out my latitude
Margiela steppin' on the radical
I serve you rabbit food
I watch my plays like Mark Cuban
Got my eyes on e'ry move
I just flooded two new Cubans
Just to make they eyes move
I'm a walking brick of dog food
With them bill jacks
Way I cut the brick in half
Call my Longway lumberjack
Yeah, in my black tee I still trump ****
I hit licks in my black tee
I'm still a gold digger
Take your chain and your Roley
Come up out your shoes, ****
Grabbed my chain and my Roley
'Fore I went to school, ****
I'm a walkin' ice licker
I wear nothin' but cubes
All my diamonds bling blaow
Look like molecules
Ain't no tuckin' in my chain
I feel like Ice Cube
Got that 'stendo with my .40
I might make the news
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