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icewear vezzo - sick of y’all lyrics

[intro]
lucci how you feel? yeah
lucci how you feel?
f+ck a n+gga talkin bout man
big ice
ooh
iced up records

[verse]
i’m sick of n keep talkin’ bout they steppers, ain’t hit sh+t
i’m sick of all these plain jane ass rollies , ice my wrist
i’ m sick of n+ggas [?] ’bout me, [?] dropped yo’ bl!ck
this lil thot b+tch keep tweakin’ on my grind, get off my d+ck
i’m sittin here rappin bout hittin lean, n know i started this sh+t
lame ass n+ggas riding in ‘vettes, like it ain’t ‘raris round this b+tch
i’m sick as h+ll, that switch make that fn shoot like chops
got eighty racks in my amiris, hit yo town, open up spots
i’m sick as h+ll, that fetty make that dog strong as the rock
i’m sick as h+ll, you out here coppin’ a plea to all yo opps
i’m sick you wearing them si’s when hutch got vs’s
lil gang wit me, nickname rubbеr band, know he stretch sh+t
they sick as hеll i be wearin’ all my jewelry when i’m in public
wood with me, got forty on him, no reach, know we uppin’
i’m sick you out here cuffin’ that lil b+tch and know she f+ckin
i tote thirties and pop perkies, real street n+gga on my cousin
i’m sick of n riding maybachs with m’s on the hood
big chopstick, two round clips like titties on the wood
cash my rap check, bought all dope, now i’m really on the run
just might f+ck around, sell two bricks, brought skizzy to the club
i’m sick, you out here acting friendly with n+ggas k!lled yo homie
bust my skydweller and yacht master, i literally k!lled my rollie
i’m sick, i brought two hunnid’ racks to club and let sh+t fly
i’m sick, you sellin’ them fake percs, a real n+gga done died
i’m sick n+ggas done told, hit that stand and told them lies
giving yo opinions all on the internet, ain’t never did no time
i’m sick, n+ggas done crashed out doing anything for a b+tch
got a new rose gold richie on, like henny stains on my wrist

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