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icewear vezzo - projects lyrics
[intro]
yeah
ooh
you aren’t even a cool breeze to my man taz (live from the 6)
put your p_ssy lips on live, i’ll give you a thousand
[verse 1]
i was on fire, they wanted to tie my hands (yeah)
used to get them cheap ‘bows, thousand_dollar yams (thousand dollars)
put them b_tches in the sky, show you how to land
all them p_ssy n_ggas died helpin’ out the feds (b_tch)
mixin’ twenty_five hundred dollar eighthies (what?), twelve_fifty zips (what?)
ain’t never build a crib, we only sell n_ggas bricks (sell n_ggas bricks)
bustin’ down a bale, fishscale, them n_ggas shrimps
we ain’t chеckin’ n_ggas’ temp, f_ck 12, get him blitzed
sеarch ’em at the door like, “who you came with and who you here for?” (n_gga)
got bam bam, barney rubble for that flintstone
that lam’ fast, burnin’ rubber when that fent’ gone
i don’t smoke wham, purple m_ffins ’cause it hits strong
still thuggin’ in the trenches (yeah), cullinan on sixes
quarter chicken, half chicken, tryna double off a biscuit (skrrt)
cut it up in zippers just to stuff it by the dishes
bet i’ll be up a hundred m’s before you touch your first ticket
[chorus]
multi_million dollar n_gga in the projects (in the projects)
i’ll bust this b_tch down, yeah, this my sh_t (yeah, this is my sh_t)
got my daughter an ap, she wasn’t five yet (ayy)
count the paper ’til the morning, i ain’t tired yet (i ain’t tired yet)
multi_million dollar n_gga in the projects (what?)
i’ll bust this b_tch down, yeah, this my sh_t (for real)
got my daughter an ap, she wasn’t five yet (drank god)
how the f_ck you think we opps and you ain’t die yet? (you ain’t die yet)
[verse 2]
turn the trap into the crib, use the side steps (yeah)
my son playin’ with a scale like it’s an object (vito)
we the ones that got it hot because we shine best (shine best)
jump back like hopscotch, can write a blind check (ooh)
twenty_million_dollar n_gga in the trenches (what?)
don’t pillow talk to b_tches (what?)
purple_face rollie look like miller lite and trishy (ooh)
hundred round yopper in the crib right by the kitchen
stash spot sit in the ceiling, fifty cartridge by the windows
real ghetto boy, let me f_ck for free (let me f_ck)
dog n_gga, ain’t a b_tch that don’t f_ck with me (drank god)
best dog in the city, cut the least
n_gga, f_ck the peace
cashed a million_dollar check and bought another piece
[chorus]
multi_million dollar n_gga in the projects (for real)
i’ll bust this b_tch down, yeah, this my sh_t (yeah, this is my sh_t)
got my daughter an ap, she wasn’t five yet (nah)
count the paper ’til the morning, i ain’t tired yet (i ain’t tired yet)
multi_million dollar n_gga in the projects (what?)
i’ll bust this b_tch down, yeah, this my sh_t (b_tch)
got my daughter an ap, she wasn’t five yet (drank god)
how the f_ck you think we opps and you ain’t die yet? n_gga (you ain’t die yet)
[outro]
live from the 6
in the trenches every day
this for all the real get_money n_ggas
all the real havin’_ass n_ggas
all the time
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