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letra de chose me - icewear vezzo

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
i ain’t got no respect for nothin’ they said ’cause you the police, n-gga
they like, ”why the streets be on your line?” that’s ’cause they chose me, n-gga
you the one that told on all your guys, you out here bogus, n-gga
pull up with that sh-t, my pockets bulgin’, that sh-t on me, n-gga
brodie told me wake ’em if they sleep, you gotta show these n-ggas
walk with all my ice on in the street, i pull up pony, n-gga
i can’t see the timing, new ap, the colors frozen, n-gga
i done let some p-ssy n-ggas slide, feel like i owe them n-ggas
forgiatos scr-pin’ my new dawn, my sh-t look stolen, n-gga
i be countin’ cheese up all the time, i feel like coney, n-gga
n-ggas gettin’ dropped while they on live, that’s ’cause they trollin’, n-gga
stackin’ pape’, hundred racks in fives, look like we trappin’ weight
b-tch, i been that n-gga, i was up since we slappin’ shake
crack an eight, smack it to the face, love how that acky taste
sick it’s on a track’, he wrapped the wraith, now that b-tch black and gray

[chorus: icewear vezzo]
they like, “why the streets be on your line?” that’s ’cause they chose me, n-gga (that’s ’cause they chose me)
you the one that told on all your guys, you out here bogus, n-gga (you out here bogus, n-gga)
i got that sh-t on me, pockets bulgin’, my sh-t swollen, n-gga (dog sh-t)
i can’t feel them percs when i be high, that’s ’cause i’m rollin’, n-gga (because i’m rollin’, n-gga)
they like, “why the streets be on your line?” that’s ’cause they chose me, n-gga (that’s ’cause they chose me)
you the one that told on all your guys, you out here bogus, n-gga (you out here bogus, n-gga)
i got that sh-t on me, pockets bulgin’, my sh-t swollen, n-gga (dog sh-t)
i can’t feel them percs when i be high, that’s ’cause i’m rollin’, n-gga (because i’m rollin’, n-gga)
[verse 2: chuckie ceo]
i ain’t been tryna make it off the rap, been trappin’, out here robbin’ sh-t
big bro sip the purple, i sip turtle, i’m a goblin, b-tch
everybody on my ass ’bout postin’ guns, feel like ja morant
claimin’ he a shooter, he get shot, now go sit on the bench
i can spot my opp through five percent, i want him dead
i swear that ain’t us when he get hit up in the head
got it out the mud, i’m ballin’ hard, they might just tell the pigs
it feel weird when i pray to god, he watchin’ when i sin
they know we get active, we get busy, we gon’ stand on it
oh, you want some merch? we create some shirts with your mans on it
this sh-t wicked, pull a skit with some glasses and a wig, tuh
cuz got a line, picked up a brick, i feel like craig, huh
i been totin’ sticks since the mongoose with the pegs
i been shootin’ sh-t way before i grew the dreads
don’t know where i’d be if i ain’t met my n-gga vezz
b-tch, it’s iur, you wanna sign me, bring the bag

- icewear vezzo

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