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icewear vezzo – know better lyrics

[intro]
(the cold cash collection)

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
ayy, move around this b+tch, yeah, one+deep (yeah, one+deep)
a n+gga ain’t gon’ touch a hair on me, one streak (not a hair on me)
came up on the 6 on that one street (on the h+rn)
trappin’ with my back turned, can’t a n+gga front me (b+tch)
even when i ain’t havin’, have my fronts up (real sh+t)
jump out and swing that forty like nunchucks (bow+bow+bow)
foreign was plain, then i got it done up (yeah)
offset ruccis, b+ttons on ’em like a b+tton+up (like a b+tton+up)
yeah, wrist froze, need to b+tton up (woo)
and if a b+tch ain’t f+ckin, then they nothin’ up
i’ll catch an attitude, get to nuttin’ up (for real)
i could hit the club any day and cut the f+ck up (and cut the f+ck up)
me and g.t., we the splash bros
treat your b+tch like clothes, i just tag hoes (i just f+ck ’em)
this a thousand+dollar shirt, so the tag showin’
throwin’ money at the dj, i’m an assh0l+ (hah)
f+ck your cd, i ain’t listen to it (b+tch)
went to church, heard the preacher, but ain’t listen to him (i ain’t listen to him)
got the pints in the motherf+ckin’ kitchen, brewin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah)
dopehouse like a studio, this the mixing room (what?)
[chorus: g.t. & icewear vezzo]
these n+ggas new to it, and they know we vets (know we vets)
we been had a hundred, you ain’t know me yet (know me yet)
you keep talkin’ ’bout it, but ain’t show me yet (yeah)
these n+ggas bitin’ our style, they owe me checks (ayy, ayy, ayy)
and what i spent at the jeweler could’ve froze three necks (yeah)
my mans ran through her, she gon’ blow me next (blow me next)
b+tch, i hang in the slums where they know me best (yeah)
and everything that i rap, n+ggas know these facts

[verse 2: g.t.]
i’m in the sting right now, its just me (yeah)
who would’ve thought i came up? it took one week (it took one week)
rap about dope, probably never saw a key (uh+uh)
airin’ all that bark with no bite, you the police
i’m at the ‘set right now, leavin’ the gucci store
seven+fifty for this polo i won’t wear no more
i run through ‘bows of the weed, bro got the blow
and in the middle of the summer, we can make it snow
i’m a motherf+ckin’ hustler, this sh+t in me
and i ain’t leavin out the spot ’til this b+tch empty (it’s gone)
n+gga, i’ll squeeze the fifth ’til this b+tch empty (bow)
ain’t change clothes in a week, but i touched fifty (ayy, i touched fifty)
n+gga, tryna get rich like that n+gga philthy
i’ll take the seal off a pint and pour it in a simply
i knew i would be straight when them n+ggas send me
sent my ass right down the way, i had to get busy
[interlude: g.t. & icewear vezzo]
(ayy, g.t., where you at, n+gga? i’ve been calling all day)
i’m workin’, i’m workin’, i’m workin’, big bro
(i got them n+ggas with me right now, they waitin’ for the whole play right now, n+gga)
straight up
(hit me back, n+gga)
alright, yeah
(let’s get it)

[bridge: g.t.]
ayy, at the store on the drive by the light, grab a sprite
got a four, how your jewelry real? it don’t flash at night
you a ho, i’m a pro, even your b+tches know
i got stripes but want more, b+tch, we ballin’, check the score

[chorus: g.t. & icewear vezzo]
these n+ggas new to it, and they know we vets (know we vets)
we been had a hundred, you ain’t know me yet (know me yet)
you keep talkin’ ’bout it, but ain’t show me yet (yeah)
these n+ggas bitin’ our style, they owe me checks (ayy, ayy, ayy)
and what i spent at the jeweler could’ve froze three necks
my mans ran through her, she gon’ blow me next
b+tch, i hang in the slums where they know me best
and everything that i rap, n+ggas know these facts (facts)

- icewear vezzo lyrics

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