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icewear vezzo – exclusive lyrics

[intro]
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
what? ayy (drank god)

[verse]
got it on my own, f-ck a helping hand (yeah)
n-ggas bless a b-tch ‘fore they help they mans (‘fore they help they mans)
f&h tucked in my belt and pants (f&h)
ghetto boyz, iur, b-tch, i rep the fam, ayy (iced up records)
i don’t want the b-tch ‘less she stuffin’
open up that oven, hit his m-ffin (woo, woo)
you ain’t got no pape’, n-ggas bluffin’ (what?)
got two hoes bitin’ down and they cousins (and they cousins)
still that bag life, r.i.p. reek (rest in peace, yeah)
mix the turtle with a brisk, that’s a green tea, yeah (that’s a tea)
i can never quit, the streets need me (the streets need me, nope)
n-gga, i’ll pour a four in a fiji, yeah (in a fiji)
water on my neck, this sh-t leaky
got a big booty brown b-tch, look like dreezy (look like dreezy)
i was in the feds with the stones and the gds (and the gds)
let her eat the d-ck, then i f-ck for the freebie, yeah (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
catch another charge, i’ma go to trial
one p-ssy dead, so ain’t no p-ssy in me now
and don’t up that lil’ thirty, b-tch, i got a hundred rounds
n-gga want a verse from me, b-tch, i charge a hundred pounds (i charge a hundred pounds)
five thousand dollar ‘fit, this revive drip (this revive, exclusive)
go to war ’bout the n-gga i survive with (we survive)
we walk in the jewelry store and just buy sh-t (we just cash)
my lil’ baby iur cost me five strips (cost me five racks)
my lil’ baby twenty-one just like my wrist (just like my watch)
lil’ baby thick as h-ll, but she 5’6″ (woo)
put a sign on the chop that say fire quick (on the chop)
and murda man just came home, he up five hits, n-gga (five hits)

[outro]
iced up records
and murda man just came home, he up five hits
and murda man just came home, he up five hits

- icewear vezzo lyrics

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