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letra de it's on me - icewear vezzo

[intro]
turn the beat up, yeah
keep that b-tch rollin’, let it roll real quick
(you aren’t even a cool breeze for my man taz)
alright, hmm, hmm, yeah

[verse 1]
i’m too smooth to beg a ho, but i’m too rich to press a b-tch
close my end of catchin’ hoes, you see them jewels and presi’ wrist
thirty-two, got desi on me, get in my mood and wet some sh-t
heavy sh-t, she’ll take a pic’, don’t need a towel, ain’t sweatin’ sh-t
so much paper around this b-tch can dry the floor, we got all slips
went to louis like, “f-ck the store,” can buy the buildings, that’s how i’m feelin’
richest n-gga that’s dinin’ b-tches, even my lil’ zoe know how i’m livin’
rosе moating, smoke’s moating, post moating, get high as ceiling
who thе f-ck these n-ggas be thinkin’? they scammed them boys and did no k!llings
that bag be gone before he touch it, see my lil’ bro, gon’ buy a chicken
get n-ggas gone, they speak on us, just keep your nose in n-ggas business
f-ck parole, i’m pourin’ up, just hit the road with ‘bows and fifty

[chorus]
yeah, it’s on me (phew, phew), yeah, it’s on me (phew, phew)
yeah, it’s on me (phew, phew, ooh, ooh), yeah, it’s on me (phew, phew, what?)
i got dog sh-t standin’ tall, yeah, it’s on me (ooh)
f-ck them p-ssy n-ggas, we gon’ ball, yeah, it’s on us (yeah, it’s on us)
yeah, it’s on me (phew, phew, yeah, yeah), yeah, it’s on me (phew, phew, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, it’s on me (phew, phew, yeah, yeah), yeah, it’s on me (phew, phew)
i got dog sh-t standin’ tall, yeah, it’s on me (yeah, yeah)
f-ck them p-ssy n-ggas, we gon’ ball, yeah, it’s on us (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2]
huh, gotta wait my turn, run up some paper, can’t wait to earn a spot
rich, no education, earned a lot rather i learned or not
fell up out the nessie, as with that, i send a bird to drop
extension purn a shot, don’t give a f-ck if n-ggas burn or not
used to be them n-ggas on the house, now we who turn the lots
never let n0body make me dumb myself, i serve a law
switchy on them glocks and fetty beat, and jizzle, wear the mouth
swerved the drop, never paid no plug, these n-ggas curbs and cops
ten million dollar n-gga, i’m up a dub, this what the streets think
f-ck the music, i’ll step on them drugs until my feet stink
told that ho, “come here,” we run sh-t up, you n-ggas cheapskates
got it out the mud, i’m rich as f-ck, b-tch, i got meech pape’, n-gga

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