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icewear vezzo - musty lyrics

[intro]
(chromekrazy)
(iced up records)
(jay lapp, like talk to ’em)
ooh, huh

[verse 1]
tell that b+tch get off my d+ck, a million cash, i don’t like banks
diamonds hittin’, i get them dunked for a lil’ band, b+tch, i got rank
pressed the dog, eighty dollar grams, you know it’s fat when that sh+t stink
on the low, i done probably f+cked every lil’ bad b+tch down my way
i’ll stop flexin’ with all my pape’, this sh+t too much to flash cheap
cybertruck ride like a plane, in the wind, sh+t look like plastic screens
the hood been hot, i got some sh+t sittin’ in my trunk, whole bag of beans
red and purp’, all kinds of leans, dogsh+t in my lanvin jeans
why you countin’ that lil’ sh+t, dog? that ain’t no pape’, we millionaires
come to the tablе empty+handed, you in the way, go k!ll yoursеlf
went to the feds, it slowed me up, but i came home with still a mill’
hit the k like, f+ck the wrist, stuff a ho, i’m build+a+bear
i got vezzo, i got peezy, get the jeezy’s for the smurfs
paid the high for my g60s, doodie lo for all my percs
so much water on my wrist, could f+ck a ho until she squirt
ride the boat, made for the dirt, be on go when i’m off yerks
f+ck a rap check, unless it’s two m’s
real chicken, hibachi truck just like i’m moo and ’em
in b00by trap, i just throw up slips, i’m with lil’ kool and ’em
them bags are true, this b+tch like my crib, i’ll probably move in, n+gga (ooh)
[chorus]
huh, yeah (ooh), ran his b+tch out (b+tch out)
hmm, what? ran his b+tch out (ran his b+tch out)
phew, n+gga, we ran his b+tch out (yeah)
hmm, dog sh+t, we ran his b+tch out (ooh)
got that sh+t on me (what?), got that sh+t on me (what?)
got that sh+t on me (what?), n+gga, got that sh+t on me (ooh)
n+gga, got that sh+t on me (ooh), got that sh+t on me (ooh)
got that sh+t on me (ha), b+tch, got that sh+t on me (n+gga)

[verse 2]
let my nuts hand on the b+tch, i ain’t the two, ho, i’m the one
threw a tesla up at truffers, spent a coupe at golden sun
in the lambo’ gettin’ top, i drop the roof and she go dumb
i buy louis for my son, bought new toolies for lil’ cuz
every day, ho, i’m the sh+t, i been done pee+peed on a b+tch
drop the top and up my wrist, ho, i’m like jeezy on the 6
throwin’ parties ’cause i’m rich, i’m like keith b on the b+tch
diamonds 3d on my wrist, high as et off the tris
it was five m’s, now i’m up ten
in the h like what it do? i’m tryna f+ck meg
real demon, been done slapped some sh+t, get n+ggas tucked in
red demon, diamonds on it spinnin’, i got a dumb bag, n+gga

[chorus]
huh, yeah (ooh), ran his b+tch out (b+tch out)
hmm, what? ran his b+tch out (ran his b+tch out)
phew, n+gga, we ran his b+tch out (yeah)
hmm, dog sh+t, we ran his b+tch out (ooh)
got that sh+t on me (what?), got that sh+t on me (what?)
got that sh+t on me (what?), n+gga, got that sh+t on me (ooh)
n+gga, got that sh+t on me (ooh), got that sh+t on me (ooh)
got that sh+t on me (ha), b+tch, got that sh+t on me (n+gga)

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