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letra de ice bag - allstar jr

[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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