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icewear vezzo - projects lyrics

[intro]
yeah
ooh
you aren’t even a cool breeze to my man taz (live from the 6)
put your p+ssy lips on live, i’ll give you a thousand

[verse 1]
i was on fire, they wanted to tie my hands (yeah)
used to get them cheap ‘bows, thousand+dollar yams (thousand dollars)
put them b+tches in the sky, show you how to land
all them p+ssy n+ggas died helpin’ out the feds (b+tch)
mixin’ twenty+five hundred dollar eighthies (what?), twelve+fifty zips (what?)
ain’t never build a crib, we only sell n+ggas bricks (sell n+ggas bricks)
bustin’ down a bale, fishscale, them n+ggas shrimps
we ain’t chеckin’ n+ggas’ temp, f+ck 12, get him blitzed
sеarch ’em at the door like, “who you came with and who you here for?” (n+gga)
got bam bam, barney rubble for that flintstone
that lam’ fast, burnin’ rubber when that fent’ gone
i don’t smoke wham, purple m+ffins ’cause it hits strong
still thuggin’ in the trenches (yeah), cullinan on sixes
quarter chicken, half chicken, tryna double off a biscuit (skrrt)
cut it up in zippers just to stuff it by the dishes
bet i’ll be up a hundred m’s before you touch your first ticket

[chorus]
multi+million dollar n+gga in the projects (in the projects)
i’ll bust this b+tch down, yeah, this my sh+t (yeah, this is my sh+t)
got my daughter an ap, she wasn’t five yet (ayy)
count the paper ’til the morning, i ain’t tired yet (i ain’t tired yet)
multi+million dollar n+gga in the projects (what?)
i’ll bust this b+tch down, yeah, this my sh+t (for real)
got my daughter an ap, she wasn’t five yet (drank god)
how the f+ck you think we opps and you ain’t die yet? (you ain’t die yet)
[verse 2]
turn the trap into the crib, use the side steps (yeah)
my son playin’ with a scale like it’s an object (vito)
we the ones that got it hot because we shine best (shine best)
jump back like hopscotch, can write a blind check (ooh)
twenty+million+dollar n+gga in the trenches (what?)
don’t pillow talk to b+tches (what?)
purple+face rollie look like miller lite and trishy (ooh)
hundred round yopper in the crib right by the kitchen
stash spot sit in the ceiling, fifty cartridge by the windows
real ghetto boy, let me f+ck for free (let me f+ck)
dog n+gga, ain’t a b+tch that don’t f+ck with me (drank god)
best dog in the city, cut the least
n+gga, f+ck the peace
cashed a million+dollar check and bought another piece

[chorus]
multi+million dollar n+gga in the projects (for real)
i’ll bust this b+tch down, yeah, this my sh+t (yeah, this is my sh+t)
got my daughter an ap, she wasn’t five yet (nah)
count the paper ’til the morning, i ain’t tired yet (i ain’t tired yet)
multi+million dollar n+gga in the projects (what?)
i’ll bust this b+tch down, yeah, this my sh+t (b+tch)
got my daughter an ap, she wasn’t five yet (drank god)
how the f+ck you think we opps and you ain’t die yet? n+gga (you ain’t die yet)
[outro]
live from the 6
in the trenches every day
this for all the real get+money n+ggas
all the real havin’+ass n+ggas
all the time

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