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Asian Doll - Traumatized (So Icy Princess)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Asian Doll
Asian Doll
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Misharron Allen
Misharron Allen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, oh yeah See it all, didn't take some He say he like me with no makeup These niggas in the field, hit the lay up Ain't even gotta talk, don't say much Drop my top in the summer He, boy, he broke, you a runner I didn't flip in them commas All of these niggas not back like piranhas Homicide, momma's crying, bitch you aren't alive In my hood, we all at war, you like you won't survive I ain't never gave a fuck, held back my tears, I'm crying Bitches gon' spread they lies Eat my cake, I'ma serve these pies All these bands gon' drop Hate, so I'ma serve these pies Your nigga on my line, he done smacked, Let me hit decline Keep, keep pressing rewind Spraying this block, then facing time Beat a fake bitch and she gave me a fine Ain't never told no lies You ain't on shit, lil' nigga Wasting on murder, then pop out an diss lil' nigga Bro you a thug, stealing with cousin Shit got big and big, big, bigger I ain't gon' play with a nigga When you gon' lay them, nigga? Black AK, pull trigger Lost lil' nigga, one night came back, same day took eight of they niggas At the top, feels so good to see my momma with a knife Bitches feel me, cause I'm taking bitches spots Glowing for me, hired a lawyer, you my pop Icing Rolly, flood my motherfucking watch See it all, didn't take some He say he like me with no makeup These niggas in the field, hit the lay up Ain't even gotta talk, don't say much Drop my top in the summer He, boy, he broke, you a runner I didn't flip in them commas All of these niggas not back like a runners Homicide, momma's crying, bitch you aren't alive In my hood, we all at war, you like you won't survive I ain't never gave a fuck, held back my tears, I'm crying Bitches gon' spread they lies Eat my cake, I'ma serve these pies Waited my time, now I'm in it All at your head, like a fitted Asian, I fucked up the city Nigga your name writ on my semi Dreams are more then pennies All that hate, that shit ain't in me Dropping the top, I'ma push to the finish Hop out with Denny, he shooting the children Cause I'm next up Bitches wanna talk, these niggas be gassing bitches, they so extra Trending 'round my town, made a hoe get down, apply that pressure Dripping on a lip, lip, fucked then I dipped, dipped Shawty fucked my head up Gold chains on, wipe on in the booth, I'm dope, I'm by myself Gold chains on, wipe on in the booth, I'm dope, I'm by myself I don't know nigga, I was fucked that bad, I ain't give no bitch no help Running them bands, I played the cards, I played my hand I was dealt Try me bitch, lil' pretty gon' cook that nigga just like a chef See it all, didn't take some He say he like me with no makeup These niggas in the field, hit the lay up Ain't even gotta talk, don't say much Drop my top in the summer He, boy, he broke, you a runner I didn't flip in them commas All of these niggas not back like a runners Homicide, momma's crying, bitch you aren't alive In my hood, we all at war, you like you won't survive I ain't never gave a fuck, held back my tears, I'm crying Bitches gon' spread they lies Eat my cake, I'ma serve these pies
Writer(s): Milan Modi, Brain Anamayatana, Misharron Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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