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letra de chosey one - icewear vezzo

[intro]
(hawky)

[verse 1]
hm, straight drop on that skeezy, so i take away the bales, it’s get rich or go to jail, f-ck, huh
grade-a n-gga, in them trenches, never failed, recruit the steppers by the hundreds like the draft of nfl, huh
a n-gga where i’m from gotta program like militia
forgiatos, double digits, cocaina, let’s go fishin’
casablanca, ricky’s, i love shopping like it’s christmas
why these p-ssy n-ggas b-tches? always poppin’ in my mentions
i’m a ghost rider, ain’t talkin’ ’bout the music
double r, ho, don’t confuse it, black benz, no copilot
more money, more violence, more homis, more indictments
all i want is n-ggas’ silence, f-ck the love, we both grinding
gotta watch who you be signing, no cap, these labels desperate
don’t attach me to no petty sh-t, i’m actually independent
take it back to ‘011, the trap right by the jeffery’s
they classified his records, they did that, that mean he telling
stuff the dog sh-t in the mattress, chopped work in the sheets
you wanna add me up, you gon’ be countin’ sh-t for weeks
n-gga, cream soda sweet, pour the actavis in peace
i ain’t no activist, i’m me
might run for mayor in ’33, huh

[chorus]
i’m the chosey one (yeah)
yeah, the frozey one (yeah)
n-ggas know we him (yeah)
i’m the only one (what?)
got the rollies bust (what?)
turn the brodies up (what?)
all gang sh-t, b-tch, keep a poley tucked (fah)
i’m the chosey one (yeah)
yeah, the frozey one (yeah)
n-ggas know we him (yeah)
i’m the only one (what?)
got the rollies bust (what?)
turn the brodies up (what?)
all gang sh-t, b-tch, keep a poley tucked (fah)
[verse 2]
i can see in n-ggas’ face, they hate on us and hate we up
drakey tucked, we like the navy, rob who and taking what?
half my life, was on probation, p-ssin’ lean right in the cup
took his pack before they faced him, now his tee all in the church
did my sh-t on every yard, thousand burpees by the stars
whole car was full of sharks, now we up, the city ours
droptop the double r, this ain’t no wraith, this b-tch a dawn
sh-t, either way, don’t make no difference, i can still look at the stars
yeah, pressin’ big blocks
you’ll get f-cked from hip-hop, this ain’t for tiktok
ridin’ through the trenches, hit the trap to make a pitstop
they think my ice got immigrated, green cards come with the wristw-tch

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