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icewear vezzo - yea okay lyrics

[intro]
yeah
(you aren’t even a cool breeze for my man taz)
mm
who the f+ck is n+ggas rappin’ like? (is n+ggas rappin’ like)
put your boss money up, who you actin’ like? (who you actin’ like?)
yeah, still stackin’ like you ain’t trappin’, right? (like you ain’t trappin’, right?)
yeah, whole necklace bright like a traffic light, right

[verse 1]
’cause ain’t a n+gga or a b+tch ever boss me up
seen n+ggas lose they life for some sh+t that ain’t cost me nothin’
i got too much pride, i let a b+tch n+gga cross me up
but b+tch n+ggas always think they run into a rich n+gga, chalk him up
wrist ain’t as glossy, but it’s h+lla costly, huh
b+tch lookin’ saucy, let a lit n+gga toss you up
keep stick, i be cautious ’cause these b+tch n+ggas talk too much
pour a six in the bottle, the tris sit in my coffee cup

[chorus]
you say you shinin’, n+gga, okay (say you shinin’, n+gga, okay)
all them certified diamonds, yeah, okay (yeah, okay)
you got your homies out here drownin’, n+gga, okay (drowin’, n+gga, okay)
put a bag on you boys, you n+ggas okay, yeah (okay)
[verse 2]
i’m a certified street n+gga (i’m a certified street n+gga)
yeah, rapper and trapper, can’t compete with it (can’t compete with it)
take your food off the table, who gon’ eat with you? (who gon’ eat with you?)
independent, f+ck the label, i got p chicken, n+gga (p chicken)
brought a kennedy to the hood, what more could you ask for me?
ain’t had to get cash to him, who would’ve seen that comin’?
rich ’cause i have somethin’, clippin’ the mag’, thumpin’
rich, so i’m pass us, if he snitch, put a tag on him
i got more paper than your granddaddy, uncle, and your big brother
always got that sh+t on me, i ain’t got no big homies
the sh+t, these n+ggas savin’ up, i blow that sh+t on tip money
still’ll take a b+tch from him, f+ck her for the rent money
i be ballin’ but your guys ain’t (but your guys ain’t)
realest n+gga in the trenches, i got shine pape’ (i got shine pape’)
bust patek while i’m eatin’ it’s a blind date
we don’t drive wraiths (we don’t drive wraiths)
new suppression, them forgi tires cost me nine waves (waves)

- icewear vezzo lyrics

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