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icewear vezzo - shottas lyrics

[intro]
f-ck all that sh-t, n-gga
real shotta, n-gga
p-ssy

[verse]
thirty in my waistline, uh (yeah)
i’m a savage n-gga, f-ck you and that playtime talk (bah)
big drakey on me daily, knock your faceline off (faceline off)
they gave my baby trafficking because the state lines crossed (because the state lines crossed)
new glocky, it shoot better than my last one (yeah, woo)
f-ck your dead homie, he the opps and he look better in the casket (hah)
a hundred thou’, i set it in my mattress (a hundred)
vvs’s, set ’em in my rollie, this b-tch wetter than the last one (this b-tch wetter than the last one)
i’m in east atlanta with that sh-t on me (what?)
we the type of n-ggas take your kid off you like, “go get your big homie” (go get your big homie)
wish a n-gga would, i put that stick on him (get it?)
hit him with that ‘ro, now his sh-t sip funny
this ap cost me brick money, yeah
n-ggas ain’t no hitters they play softball (soft)
slide right up on gang and get off on ’em, huh (bah-bah-bah-bah)
put n-ggas on tees like a golfball (b-tch)
i just f-cked me a lil’ thot right at the hawth-rn (drank god), ugh

- icewear vezzo lyrics

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