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icewear vezzo - quagen lyrics
[intro]
i ain’t recorded in over two weeks
(cash out what it do?)
okay, sh_t
yeah, drank god
yeah
[verse]
mud baby, i went gun crazy
i got drug habits
big game, keep that stick on me
yeah that’s my lil’ n_gga
crip member, we don’t swiping
cause b_tch we drug trafficking
hid the hunnid’s, signed with big cheese
shoutout my blood n_ggas (shoutout my blood n_ggas)
hm, yeah, b_tch we bought mud with us
hit yo city, flood the whole town
i bought a tub with us (i bought a tub with us)
at my show, got two hundred n_ggas, i brought the club with us
take that ‘stendo put it on switches, i love to plug n_ggas (fa, fa, fa)
i love to shoot sh_t, got the kujick
that’s two hundred, count up them blue strips
slide to mikey, a million in cash, just got a new kit
popped a bean, then fell on the curb, i need a new mix
yeah, sh_t, should see the opps faces
i ain’t f_ck cause she got no ass, hoe i am not basic
pour an eight or jumped in the ‘vette, i’m in the drop wasted (skrr)
hunnid rounds, i put a sign on it, this choppa not vacant
yeah, wish they would stop hatin’
audemar got black and white diamonds, hoe i am not racist
check the gram, we got his fam mad, cause he did not make it
dropped a load, been lurkin’ all night
i had to swap pages
sick sipper, drinkin’ cl!ck cl!cker, this for them big n_ggas
why all the opps we beefin’ with broke? they need to fix n_ggas
check the sco’ we wipe n_ggas nose, yeah i’m a sick n_gga (f_ck)
goon squad, b_tch i rep that d, but ain’t got trick with us (that’s my uncle)
ouu, he in that trick bag, wrap him up or treat him like uh_
yeah, this a gift bag
fendi belt with alex mcqueens’, i love to mix fashion
he turn around, we takin’ him out, i call that get back
yeah, b_tch, i got a big bag
i sent a play threw cudi the blitz, b_tch i’m like knick knack
bust my ears and then bust my neck, i made my wrist mad
she got good brain, i pulled my d_ck out and told her to think fast
hm, yeah, i let my mink drag
poured a pop then ran out already, i like to drink fast
twenty thousand, stuffin’ them grants, b_tch i got pink cash
if he don’t live it then i can’t listen, and plus the beats ass
crack the qua’, give me a gulp, pour that mud in double cups
diamonds on me moon walkin’, run it up then f_ck it up
banana clip on big drakey, ar with the monkey nuts
told take the condom when she suckin’, with yo funky b_tt
[outro]
rich off pints, two
that’s how we comin’ back
(cash out what it do?)
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