icewear vezzo - old english lyrics
[intro]
yeah
that b+tch smooth right here, reddi
(give me my drink, one cup, n+gga)
i’ma just talk on this motherf+cker then, i ain’t even really, nah, alright
(roll the weed up, i just wanna smell that sh+t)
yeah
[verse]
rovers, benzes (yeah), this a trap dance (woo)
d+ck hard, took a honey, tryna get a lap dance (hah)
a yellow chinese perky, now i feel like jack chan (like jackie)
we got rich from selling drop, but we still get the fap in (we still)
yeah, pop a tesla, i feel like moonwalkin’ (woo)
stick pokin’ out my shirt, so i don’t move often (uh+uh)
this g6 got mе rollin’ like a blue dolphin (rollin’)
took him shoppin’ up at swansons, they got nеw coffins (baow)
when you out here ballin’, they gon’ come for you (they gon’ come for you)
a multimillion dollar grind, ho, i ain’t comfortable (not at all, b+tch)
a whole brick of raw, i’m on the run with two (skrrt)
i’m finna bust ’em out the wrapper like a lunchable (yeah)
thirty for a show, i’m gettin’ paid tonight (yeah)
my b+tch bought birkin just to fill it up with baby wipes (she did)
disrepect the pape’, i got crazy ice (i got crazy rich)
i just be sh+ttin’ everywhere, they ain’t train me right, yeah (sh+ttin’ on ’em)
how the f+ck you bad but love a poor n+gga? (like how?)
bought your b+tch new ass and titties, now she go with me, yeah (now we go together)
i ain’t ever lackin’, i got pole with me (baow, baow)
thirty hangin’ out the glock, look like a door handle (look like a door handle)
got that type of money make your ho leave you (hmm)
can get a n+gga whacked for real because i know people, yeah (i know people)
stood on all my business, now i’m more peaceful (stand tall)
gold forty on my wrist, this ain’t no old english, nah (this ain’t no old english)
fifty thousand dollars for a new frenchie (frenchie)
got my check from “up the sco” and bought a new bentley (for real)
crack a pint of quagen, we don’t do trishy (no)
ho, i’m a motherf+ckin’ boss, what they gon’ do with me? yeah (what they gon’ do with me?)
hit 305, la, i’m finna rain with ghost (ghost)
brand new condo in the ‘burbs, that’s for the baby locs (that’s for them baby n+ggas)
richest in my city, i get paid the most (yeah, i’m rich)
i can tell you ain’t no sh+t ’cause you say the most, n+gga (n+ggas talk too much)
on a private jet, we smokin’ ice pack (snokin’ ice pack)
can f+ck a n+gga baby mama, yeah, i’m like that, ho (i’m the one, ho)
fell a couple times and i bounced right back (for real)
these n+ggas happy bein’ broke like they don’t like racks (n+ggas goofies)
[outro]
we just end that motherf+cker right there
i’m high as sh+t
we ain’t doin’, we ain’t doin’ no hooks, no
none of that sh+t on this sh+t, rich off pints
huh, yeah
my n+gga reddi on the beat
smerf recordin’, you know how we comin’
drank god
what?
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