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letra de bacc again - icewear vezzo

[intro]
[?]
phew
phew
yeah

[verse]
i’m a hot n-gga
crack a pint, finna drop a twelve, not a cop k!ller
brand new glizzy, put that may may on, this ain’t no stock pistol
up that chopper, said sh-t on the bench, they think it got angel
pour that drink out real quick
b-tch, i’m too high
don’t stick your business in if you ain’t gang, that’s how i do that
got final [?], of that rock roll, look like maroon 5
it’s only bosses ’round us in this circle, you in the room lyin’
lil’ gang, them scury, up, we like that presi, we gon’ ice somethin’
dawgs trump, sh-t gon’ break the [?] and prolly bite somethin’
the vs emerald stones up in my charm, it cost a light hundred
goofies got the ball up in they court, them n-ggas might fumble
i don’t play no fifties or half-lines or hang with no opps
n-ggas just now touchin’ sevеnty-five, we know that ho rap
twenty hit us, that’s ’bout fifty choppеrs when we go out
ten bricks of fetty stankin’ up the house, might make me throw up
real solid, take my whole hood with me when i blow up
he starin’ at my chain up in the club, this b-tch gon’ go up
hey, how these p-ssy rappers ran my life? them n-ggas owe us
you sent two hundred shots, it ain’t hit sh-t, they ain’t have no luck
dropped a cullinan right off the lot, i’m finna boat up
four hundred thousand, paid that sh-t in full, we gave them no [?]
when it come to me, they droppin’ everything, they just gon’ load up
treat that travis like a laker’s game, i’m finna post up
yeah, f-ck your feature, and your video, i ain’t got no rap buddies
ray ray in the cut, ain’t tryna rap, you ’bout to clap somethin’
yeah, four [?] cuff me like eight hundred, that’s a crack onion
my nephew fried the plug the other day, and [?]
[?] twenty thousand dollars in all fives, that was trap money
i done fell in love with them new hundreds, i’m a stack junkie
i put too much kay-roll in that drank, it made the act’ funky
mac-11, hit him in his top and knock his head of him
leave that chopper smokin’ like a m-ffler, we on all that
real shotter, aimin’ at no jersey, we hit ball caps
used to, out of harm, bangin’ off lines, n-gga, all that
f-ck the plug, we fire him out his work, don’t even call back
richest n-gga in my hood and city, know they sick of it
ap on me bussin’, this b-tch sunny, just like [?]
[?], when d-mn, we up that ticket, i want six hundred
it’s four a show, you talkin’ deals, you gotta add like six numbers
f-ck the opps, we treat ’em like draft kings, i’m tryna pick somethin’
gotta raise them b-tches big as h-ll, ’cause i got stick [?]
bust the brakes, the ice chunky as h-ll, got my wrist jumpin’
twenty-thousand pipes straight from the doctor, put my mix on it, n-gga
[outro]
man, f-ck them n-ggas, man
we gotta leave this sh-t like that, n-gga
back again
drank god
you know, i’m comin’ with this sh-t, n-gga, hardest n-gga in this sh-t, n-gga!
f-ck type of time we on
[?] them n-ggas jealous, [?], them n-ggas sick to they stomach
ha
phew
[?], ice

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