Kap G and Pharrell Williams - Icha Gicha

I wanna hit from behind, while you take a couple lines
Gimme good brain like Einstein
I know you heard it's my time
You see my people keep dying
And it don't make New York Times
This shit like Math and Division
You gotta carry the nine
She say "Hey, do you do lines?"
I say "No, I don't do lines"
She say, "Can I be your wife?"
I say, "No, just do my guys"
My partner's trapping the zips
The nicks, and even the dimes
Can't even trust your best friend
I swear these niggas so slime
I hate when bitches be lying
I love when bitches be fine
Just 'cause you sipping the lines
Don't mean you spitting your rhymes
I keep the baddest, the spanish, the fatest up in VLIVE
I keep a lot of felines but more money on my mind

If she tell you somethin' good 'bout me, you should just believe her
Take-taking all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
Feelin' on they ass, while they rolling up the cheeba
The-then we gonna one up like icha gicha gicha gicha

Oh baby you so fine, I might make you one of mine
I swear you don't even be trying
Alexander in design
She freaky pull out my jawn, she freaky pull out my jawn
I got her clothes on my blinds
I get more head than salons
She say, "Hey, do you do lines?"
I say, "No, I don't do lines"
She say, "Can I get the steak?"
I say "Go 'head, get the prime"
My partner's throwing gang signs
My vato's throwing gang signs
They say these hoes be for everybody
That's cool, they not mine
I'm screaming free all the guys
You seen the pain in her eyes
The police, they a disguise
They KKK and for life
I just might take your advice
Finesse and shooting some dies
They told me she ain't my type
You better go get your wife

If she tell you somethin' good 'bout me, you should just believe her
Take-taking all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
Feelin' on they ass, while they rolling up the cheeba
The-then we gonna one up like icha gicha gicha gicha
If she tell you somethin' good 'bout me, you should just believe her
Take-taking all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
Feelin' on they ass, while they rolling up the cheeba
The-then we gonna one up like icha gicha gicha gicha

Cleopatra's in my bathroom doing lines
Yeah, my ex bitch ask how I'm doing, I'm doing fine
Yeah, my shoe designed by Louis Vuitton
I take a trip out to Milan
She actin' new like Jimmy 'Tron
She tied me in the Uber
She said, "Do you do lines?"
I said, "No I don't do lines"
I said, "Baby are you blind?"
Look there's a cork in my wine
Just like support girl, I grind
I'm tryna stack all of her signs
I hit that bitch without tryin'
I hit that bitch from the spot

If she tell you somethin' good 'bout me, you should just believe her
Take-taking all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
Feelin' on they ass, while they rolling up the cheeba
The-then we gonna one up like icha gicha gicha gicha

Written by:
Pharrell Williams, George Ramirez

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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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