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icewear vezzo – 6print lyrics

[intro]
they love that sh+t
they love the street sh+t
f+ck n+ggas talkin’ ’bout, n+gga?
gang sh+t, n+gga
they really love when you living too, though, gang
(iced out records)

[verse 1]
yeah
pop a xanny bar, get to actin’ wild
cappin’ ass n+gga need a cap and gown
f+ck a p+ssy, tell ’em real n+ggas back in style
smoke sh+t like a black and mild
b+tch, i rap and ride
fifty+thousand off that fetty, this a bank drop
put a dukey in my pop, yeah, this straight drop
i’ll turn a n+gga tee into a tank top
i’m the type of n+gga catch a body, i’m on every block
get ’em whacked for 700 like yeezy sneaks
i heard all your opps p+ssy, that’s a easy beef
pull up, shoot him in his sh+t, then we flee the scene
and i never let a n+gga young jeezy mе
i won’t smoke with whoever, i’ll smokе whoever
got lil gang up in this b+tch, i put ’em on whoever
i’ve been present for a minute, got foot on the pedal
realist n+gga in this sh+t, i need to own a medal
got better jewelry than the rappers, ain’t went gold or platinum
got a two+tone audermaur, yeah, this b+tch gold or platinum
i heard they hating with their eyes keep sh+t [?]
i made fifty+thousand in atlanta, i’ma blow at magic
[bridge]
yeah
b+tch, i made fifty+thousand in atlanta, i might blow at magic
n+gga, what?
b+tch, i made fifty+thousand in atlanta, i might+
man f+ck that

[verse 2]
i made fifty in detroit, i might just blow at truth
or i’ll slide up in mustangs, we finna throw a coupe
b+tch, i ain’t talking ’bout the cops, but we them boys in blue
yeah, told my n+ggas set the play and i’ma throw the oop
told that b+tch she set a play and she might lose her life
it’s six o’clock and i can get a n+gga blew tonight
if you got rats up in your circle, you might lose a stripe
they like, “why you hang with all the robbers?”
i’m the shooting type
n+ggas always switching teams they got forty jerseys
i ain’t really got no friends, n+ggas know i’m scurvy
yeah, put that thirty on that boy ’cause i know he curry
i’ll up a rol’ on your b+tch, yeah, i know she thirsty
she ain’t never had no bag or no ice for real
you a lame and your ice ain’t real
i can tell you ain’t no plug ’cause your price ain’t real
i’m the type of n+gga cut the lean and up price on seals
n+gga
[outro]
what we on gang?
still robbin season, b+tch
you know how we coming, man
know how i’m rockin’
big 6 n+gga, drank god
yeah (iced out records)
we really on that

- icewear vezzo lyrics

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