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cash kidd & icewear vezzo - maya angelou lyrics

[verse 1: cash kidd]
i can see it from the back, she got a camel toe
keep a snack with me, i ain’t sh+ggy, though
the b+tch i just blocked, you would sniff her pantyhose
(i’m kured)
bought a pint to face it, i ain’t petty, though
sh+t, might as well pour it, maya angelou
she asked do i got a b+tch, several
when that nickel low, this ain’t the amanda show
think about it before you try me, ain’t no free samples
got your b+tch lowkey like a piano
pull up in a benz and speed off in a ‘hawk, seattle
k!llers with me waitin’ on my snap like a deep tackle
they waitin’ on my word, they tellin’ me, “preach, pastor”
she keep askin’ what’s that taste in my peach fanta?
madе a mean b+tch turn her rude off, call mе santa
got a box talkin’ back to me like ring cameras
ooh, trappin’ ain’t dead, n+ggas terrified
boy, i took a shot for them m’s, call me cheddar bob
i was finna cuff that b+tch, but nevermind
i put me in front of everything like leprechaun
i’ma always put the money over that b+tch every time
every town, i got traps everywhere at jerry town
a blind n+gga could get slapped, he better recognize
ayy, i got palm on like a back massage
fresh as h+ll, woke up, feelin’ blessed from god
laughin’ at your team, your puny+ass huddle
finna ball on ’em again just like last summer
when i say i spiked my punch, it ain’t brass knuckles
pop the top and throw some dirt in like a trash dumpster
broke b+tch was sleepin’ on the kid, hope that nap worth it
know you see me f+ckin’ up this chicken like a black person
watch me get the bag and run it like i sn+tched purses
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
got a 30 in the strap, yeah, them act’ perkies
water on me, make a b+tch drown if she act thirsty
i let a whole hundred fly then we back lurkin’
shoot the high point ’til it jam and it’s back workin’
never date a b+tch, dweller on my wrist
rose gold 38, it was born in ’86, huh
never paid to hit, i’m too lit
only time a n+gga ever paid to hit is when i had to pay for hits
whole wrist hittin’, whole neck glisten
ice piece chilly, ice cream mentions
take a n+gga soul, you know, like we stealin’
forgiatos on the rolls, it look like meek mill’s
yeah, need a mask on ’cause the dog too strong
and let it merge with the fent’ like i caught two phones
get a n+gga blitzed, one call, you gone
i got three audemars and they all two+tone
n+gga, f+ck the plug up every time they ain’t lend
hit the club, throw a dub up, rp 10
i heard n+ggas wired up, tryna tie me in
cybertruck h+lla big, could’ve parked three lambs, n+gga
ran the bag up, put the cash up
put a tag on him, n+gga, pick your mans up
i was feelin’ like the one when i ain’t have much
them n+ggas always f+cked up, they got bad luck, ugh

- cash kidd icewear vezzo lyrics

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