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letra de funky - icewear vezzo

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
i ain’t got time for b-tches and nonsense, bout 19 [?]
[?]
[?] you out like the [?]
hundred bands, me and seno riding [?]
[?] hit a n-gga on the side, that’s a sidekick
[?] cookie [?]
got a light ten, that’s a rooky road
booking agents that’s booking shows
my roli dance, that’s a tootsy role
thinking back, they ain’t put me on
i want ten just to put me on
any song, f-ck any ho
that p-ssy tighter than cookie clothes
gg with them [?] in ’em
[?]
got a truck with a tommy in it
might f-ck around, put a body in it
in the sweet like ten hoes, if they don’t f-ck, i’m in the lobby with it
hit a n-gga with that [?], that f-ck sh-t, i don’t tollerate it
[?]

[chorus: icewear vezzo]
them [?], them hoes
this bag, this sh-t
this sh-t, them hoes
this ice, my chain
these rhyms, them hoes
this bag, this sh-t
this sh-t, them hoes
this ice
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
[?] i can f-ck that b-tch anytime
[?] me time, [?]
i ain’t tryna hear any lieing, any dime, n-gga give me mine
[?] get in line
see them n-ggas at the finish line
want five bands just to spit a rhyme
another five, you bullsh-t a rhyme
[?] sit them down, got my bands up, now i’m seeing [?]
mama told me that i’m [?]
i ain’t living [?] i’m just living wild
pack a show for a little while
they know every song, you should hear the crowd
let them hold a few mac bullits, if he don’t want it, then give it to him
front door, how i send it to him
send them b-tches through the living room
same plate, just a different spoon
drank day, make them b-tches boom
i’m eating good, like the kitchen full
keep the hood like the [?]

[chorus: icewear vezzo]
them [?], them hoes
this bag, this sh-t
this sh-t, them hoes
this ice, my chain
these rhyms, them hoes
this bag, this sh-t
this sh-t, them hoes
this ice
[verse 3: young buck]
it’s so much money in this city, ball right now
bout to count these bands, i can’t tell you who you are right now
i call my haters fans, watch me make them n-ggas stars right now
and i got that blam blam, in the car right now
plus the b-tch with me, she get turnt up on that dej loaf
i gave her a key, kicked her out when she was dead broke
i bee in the d, posted up with n-ggas sell dope
you come play with me, imma throw you from the twelth floor
ain’t nothing for free, f-ck you think i need these scales for
sh-t real in these streets, even the n-ggas in jail know
i’m smelling like a [?], imma sell my drugs
i got [?]
[?] what up cuz?

[chorus: icewear vezzo]
them [?], them hoes
this bag, this sh-t
this sh-t, them hoes
this ice, my chain
these rhyms, them hoes
this bag, this sh-t
this sh-t, them hoes
this ice

- icewear vezzo

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