icewear vezzo - town & country lyrics
[intro]:
reuel, stop playing with these n+ggas
uh, drank god
shhh
gang sh+t, n+gga
check the scoreboard
[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
yeah, forties, nines, macs, and the ks
sixty+thousand strong for this rollie, act yo’ age
cuddy banged my line for them oranges, that’s my lane
i don’t trust a soul, b+tch, i got stick when i’m on stage
million dollars cash, got me actin’ like i’m blade
we k!ll hoes too, tell that b+tch get out my face
yeah, i want that drop. ain’t got no seal? then i’m gucci
purple demon sipper, spillin’ drank all on my nudies
pop out with a thirty in that glock, he a big uzi
762s up in that drac’, he call it lucci
double cup of lean, b+tch, i be sippin’ like i’m tunechi
i’m a ghetto boy, so i spent fifty for the coochie
plus i’m crippin’ like i’m tookie
i hang with the robbers, gang members, and the shooters
we gone load them clips, spin his block and make a movie
all white sticks, they white as crack, i call em “pookie” (iced up records)
twenty+thousand dollars for lil’ bro to grab that trishy
i just robbed the plug, sh+t, i be makin’ bad decisions
every time i go to buy my drugs, b+tch, i got bl!cky
if she ain’t tryin’ to f+ck, then she won’t make it past my kitchen
spent three+hundred thousand for my jewelry up at hutchie
choppa on my side, this sh+t look like i got on crutches
i be on the 6, run through that b+tch just like i’m stuckey
if it wasn’t for probation, tell my opps “you n+ggas lucky”
yeah, got a b+tch and she a stuffer
made four+hundred thousand off that ice down in kentucky
fifties in the bezel of that patek, this b+tch bustin’
half a brick of puppy, sold it in a town & country, n+gga
[intro]:
we gon’ call this b+tch “town & country”, man
we in a town & country, n+gga
you know that’s what we work in
we got a stash in that b+tch too
almost hit a b+tch for a few
stupid ass police wasn’t lookin’ right
but that’s another story though
gang sh+t
6 prince
big ice, big landlord
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