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allstar jr – ice bag كلمات اغاني

[intro: icewear vezzo]
(welcome to get a bag records)
yeah
(reuel)
keep it goin’, n_gga (stop playin’ with these n_ggas)
yeah
drank god, alright
yeah (iced up records), yeah

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
i got h_lla paper
f_ck the lackin’, b_tch, we steppin’ like an escalator
quarter million ’round my neck, that’s just an estimation
only bust a couple watches down, might save the best for later

[verse 2: allstar jr]
b_tch, i go platinum, i just had eight, now i got eight more (you see this sh_t?)
chop a d_ck sucker, f_ck it, bro, i’ma let the k blow
who you know want some yayos? that sh_t you up is play_dough (that sh_t light)
stepped on it twice, n_ggas be gettin’ what they pay for

[verse 3: icewear vezzo]
f_ck them n_ggas talkin’ ’bout, n_gga? i heard your pape’ low (n_ggas f_cked up)
we would’ve stripped him for his jewelry, but it’s fake, though
yeah, a hundred stuffed up in my pants, i got a bank on me (what?)
get the work and sell this sh_t for half ’cause i ain’t pay for it (hah)
[verse 4: allstar jr]
hit the ‘caine with the presser, i’m reblockin’ this extras
had a threesome with two hoes, then i blocked ’em together
n_gga, talkin’ out your noodle get you popped in the melon
i got a pint of wock’ with me and i’m not finna sell it
b_tch, we drivin’ and slammin’, we just ridin’ and jammin’
a thousand pack in her panties, my charm gold as a grammy
got a hundred hundred_dollar bills as old as my granny
i got a thick b_tch in oak cliff as old as my daddy, n_gga

[verse 5: icewear vezzo]
just got a load of that cali, count the pros in the caddy (what?)
scurvy n_gga, b_tch, we used to sell the ‘bows in the alley (no cap)
i was broke and unhappy (uh), now i’m froze in a chally (froze)
really got it out the mud, just got a rolls and a mansion
got ’em sick to they stomach, i got rich with no problem (rich n_gga)
you be sittin’ up hatin’ (what?), i be sittin’ back plottin’
we don’t f_ck with no lames (nah), got a clique full of mobsters (real n_ggas)
gang be trippin’, sh_t, he tryna put a switch on a chopper

[verse 6: allstar jr]
you be fixin’ up houses, i be mixin’ up ounces
made two hundred thou’ with that windchill in the mountain
tryna get the ball rollin’ and that b_tch got to bouncin’
only hit the p_ss once and this b_tch got to houndin’
we gon’ slap the whole bag ’til this b_tch get surrounded
i just sold five hundred beans out my room at the townsend
if we melt our chain together, vezz, we in this b_tch drownin’
how the f_ck am i so skinny when i’m through this b_tch poundin’?
i been tiltin’ the ‘rex, i been payin’ for s_x
hope your ass end up dead, i been prayin’ for that
i be f_ckin’ on your ho and i ain’t payin’ for that
you know this b_tch a piece of sh_t and you stayin’ for that, n_gga?
[outro]
(welcome to get a bag records)
(let’s get a bag)

- allstar jr

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