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letra de neva had a handout - icewear vezzo

[intro]
(da realest)
let that b-tch ride, brown
(beatman)
(iced up records)
what?
keep that b-tch goin’, don’t even cut it off (turn it up)
yeah (f-ck n-ggas talkin’ ’bout?)
yeah

[verse 1]
yeah, i ain’t never had a handout (nah)
we’ll f-ck the club up and never ran out (hah)
bag heavy, serve the city, still ain’t ran out (still got it)
got the best jewelry in this b-tch why i stand out (why i stand out)
yeah, dog sh-t hold my pants down (b-tch)
i ain’t even robbin’ sh-t, put your hands down (put your hands down)
richest rapper in my town, n-gga, hands down (no cap)
seat way back in the ‘vette, look like i’m layin’ down (skrrt)
yeah, f-ck a thick b-tch and her friend, yeah (for real)
nah, i’m lyin’, that’s her sister (hah)
got that iron, get to firin’ just for lookin’ (baow)
f-ck hutch up, we be buyin’, n-ggas lookin’ (hah)

[chorus]
i ain’t never had a handout (what?)
yeah, i ain’t never had a handout (what?)
nah, i ain’t never had a handout (drank god)
yeah, f-ck the club up, pull them bands out
i ain’t never had a handout (what?)
yeah, i ain’t never had no handout (nah)
b-tch, i ain’t never had no handout (drank god)
richest n-gga in this b-tch, why i stand out (what?)
[verse 2]
yeah, real street n-gga, ho, i’m certified
yeah, these gi stones and they certified
fifty thousand in my pants, that’s a b-tter (hmm)
different color stones in this watch, call that lucky charms
four hundred thousand car in the trenches
signed a million-dollar deal with my— f-cked up
signed a million-dollar deal for my n-ggas
black double-r, forgios, twenty-sixes (huh)
spillin’ lean on the seats, gotta park this b-tch
i’ll up that dog sh-t, i be startin’ sh-t
wood with me, drum on him like he marchin’ sh-t
switch on the glock push b-tton, had to start the bl!ck
you a p-ssy-ass n-gga, where your chain at?
ain’t never seen him in the hood, where you hang at?
brought all the ones in this b-tch, where you rain at?
bust a whole rollie on my arm, where it’s plain at? (ugh)

[chorus]
never had a handout (what?)
yeah, i ain’t never had a handout (what?)
b-tch, i ain’t never had a handout (drank god)
yeah, f-ck the club up and never ran out
hmm, i ain’t never had a handout (what?)
yeah, i ain’t never had no handout (nah)
b-tch, i ain’t never had no handout (drank god)
richest n-gga in this b-tch, why i stand out, ugh (what?)

- icewear vezzo

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