I Got (Pills)

[Hook: Iceman]
I got Xanies, Somas, Vics, Addies
Norcos and Cocos, I zipped 'em in a baggy
(x2)

[Verse 1: Kenny Siegel]
B-be with chicks as thick as Atlanta strippers
Who probably on the pill like a banana sticker
Tell them bitches 'bout me, t-t-tell them bitches 'bout me
I can spray cologne on, cause you can smell that shit around me
See my loud so loud, you can almost hear it
And I'll always feel better after liftin' up my spirit
I'm talkin' about my liquor, did you get the picture?
I'm in love with bud, why sir, didn't you bring the swisher?
I can teach you a thing or two about
Takin' it to the top, take heed and your about
To reach the pinnacle, drink or cooler mouth
Drop a Vic and you swipe into her mouth
L-O-L, you don't like me?
Well oh well, mami you'll like these yellow pills
And baby I'm too gone to understand your story, but I guarantee I feel your tail
I got...

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[Verse 2: Iceman]
I got way too much shit up in my blood stream
I left my kids on her tongue ring
And even though I ain't feelin' the bitch
I gotta be polite because she's the one refilling my scripts
I'm in a room full of ratchets, room-room full of ratchets
2s is the average
I might be faded but my eyes can see
Tell me why all these ratchets all got more tats than me?
Fuck it, all of my bottles got an orange shade
I'm 'bout to pop the top and soar away
I'm in my zone so hey
I'm on that type of shit that Whitney was too old to take
My eyelids are lower than shit
My high lasts longer the older I get
Do I wile out? The answer's yes
I'm in love with my P-I-L-L-S
I got...

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[Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
I got purp, I got green, I could show you O.Zs
I got bitches in the room on snow with no skis
Keys for the low, yeah I'm on this lowkey
I ain't blowin' Keisha, but Keisha blowin' on me
You a better hustler? Mmm, probably not
I can hit you with the Mollies, call it molli-whopped
Dice stay with a bitch, fuck her if her body hot
Get her on the E, they transform like Autobots
Keep that white handy and hoes handy too
Meaning I got eye candy and nose candy too
You wanna hustle right, nigga I know how
Cops pulled me over, I'mma hide those Vals
Sell product from the telly cheap, like a thrift store
I got what you need, bro I'm in, I'm on the fifth floor
Put that white in the pot, I don't mean Crisco
Me and my bros heavyweights, you can call us Klitschko

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