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letra de 6print - icewear vezzo

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[intro]
they love that sh-t
they love the street sh-t
f-ck n-ggas talkin’ ’bout, n-gga?
gang sh-t, n-gga
they really love when you living too, though, gang
(iced out records)

[verse 1]
yeah
pop a xanny bar, get to actin’ wild
cappin’ ass n-gga need a cap and gown
f-ck a p-ssy, tell ’em real n-ggas back in style
smoke sh-t like a black and mild
b-tch, i rap and ride
fifty-thousand off that fetty, this a bank drop
put a dukey in my pop, yeah, this straight drop
i’ll turn a n-gga tee into a tank top
i’m the type of n-gga catch a body, i’m on every block
get ’em whacked for 700 like yeezy sneaks
i heard all your opps p-ssy, that’s a easy beef
pull up, shoot him in his sh-t, then we flee the scene
and i never let a n-gga young jeezy mе
i won’t smoke with whoever, i’ll smokе whoever
got lil gang up in this b-tch, i put ’em on whoever
i’ve been present for a minute, got foot on the pedal
realist n-gga in this sh-t, i need to own a medal
got better jewelry than the rappers, ain’t went gold or platinum
got a two-tone audermaur, yeah, this b-tch gold or platinum
i heard they hating with their eyes keep sh-t [?]
i made fifty-thousand in atlanta, i’ma blow at magic
[bridge]
yeah
b-tch, i made fifty-thousand in atlanta, i might blow at magic
n-gga, what?
b-tch, i made fifty-thousand in atlanta, i might-
man f-ck that

[verse 2]
i made fifty in detroit, i might just blow at truth
or i’ll slide up in mustangs, we finna throw a coupe
b-tch, i ain’t talking ’bout the cops, but we them boys in blue
yeah, told my n-ggas set the play and i’ma throw the oop
told that b-tch she set a play and she might lose her life
it’s six o’clock and i can get a n-gga blew tonight
if you got rats up in your circle, you might lose a stripe
they like, “why you hang with all the robbers?”
i’m the shooting type
n-ggas always switching teams they got forty jerseys
i ain’t really got no friends, n-ggas know i’m scurvy
yeah, put that thirty on that boy ’cause i know he curry
i’ll up a rol’ on your b-tch, yeah, i know she thirsty
she ain’t never had no bag or no ice for real
you a lame and your ice ain’t real
i can tell you ain’t no plug ’cause your price ain’t real
i’m the type of n-gga cut the lean and up price on seals
n-gga
[outro]
what we on gang?
still robbin season, b-tch
you know how we coming, man
know how i’m rockin’
big 6 n-gga, drank god
yeah (iced out records)
we really on that

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