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icewear vezzo – got it on me lyrics

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]

ugh! giuseppe on my feet i feel like moon walking
and let a n-gga think its sweet then the tools sparking
if a p-ssy want some beef get him to a coffin
and imma keep on sipping lean till’ i’m through coughing
my shooters got impatient, yeah they agitated
hit yo -ss with that -ssault, call that aggravated
yeah they tried to take my style so i had to change it
a silent n-gga in my town yeah i’m [?]
chopper round leave your whole block evacuated
i went to school in the streets and i graduated
these n-ggas lying in their rhymes yeah they fabricated
the 40 wipe a n-gga down like he after shaving

[chorus]

big chains, big blunts, big ice
big name, big money, flip white
big rims, f-ck hoes, live life
i’m a rock star, i sip drank and get right, n-gga

[bridge]

b-tch i got that sh-t on me
b-tch i got that sh-t on me
b-tch i got that sh-t on me
got about 20 bands, half a brick on me

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]

aye
ugh!
pull up on yo b-tch now she uncomfortable
she finna bite down on my d-ck like i’m a lunchable
b-tch everybody know my name like i’m a huxtable
i pop a bar, then get some brain, and smoke a blunt or two
i could see them n-ggas hurting since i’m putting on
i gave all the n-ggas work that told me put them on
it ain’t no 100 dollar shirt then i don’t put it on
b-tches see me and get nervous all this jewelry on
n-gga we was selling lean out of kush tubes
get a bag and step on it like a foot stool
skipped school so we move like the crooks move
f-ck all the rules we just doing what we could do

[chorus + bridge]

i probably sold a little boy to ya mamma them
they see them boys like ‘oh boy it’s a lot of them’
send a p-ssy to the lord if it’s a prob-lem
i get to shooting so quick like where the chopper went
when it come to getting money ain’t no prob there
i got all the f-cking work should have a job fair
these n-ggas say thy hit the road and they tied there
boy that sh-t ain’t even yours like a time share
the only rapper in the “d” with a hunnit-strip
cuz i’m really in the streets making onion flips
counting so much money, i get money sick
blow the money so fast like where the 100’s went

[chorus + bridge]

[outro]

tell me what kind of
n-gga got diamonds that’ll
“bling!”
blind ya
tell me what kind of
n-gga got diamonds that’ll
“bling!”
blind ya
tell me what kind of
n-gga got diamonds that’ll
“bling!”
blind ya
tell me what kind of
n-gga got diamonds that’ll
“bling!”
blind ya
yeah

- icewear vezzo lyrics

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