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letra de no talking - icewear vezzo

[intro]
(you recordin’, smerf?)

[verse 1: peezy & g.t.]
rolex stones and that brand new presi’ out the box
they been talkin’ crazy, we went heavy on the chops
kicked his ass up out the tv room, that n-gga hot
we don’t play that sh-t in 039, get ran off top
don’t book me for a show if i can’t come in with the glock
i got money stashed away that’s so old, that sh-t might rot
she gon’ overlook my problems, i spent eighty on this watch
i divorced my baby bottle, i went crazy sippin’ wock’
rumors i can’t come back to the hood, i dropped the top
n-gga touch a hair on me and somethin’ get dropped, i kid you not
pull up to ace of spade, get ten thousand ones and hand ’em out
(just touched down, we ain’t shoppin’, we came to buy ’em all)
[chorus: g.t.]
wrist a hundred, i ain’t really doin’ no talkin’ (nothin’)
six cars, n-gga, for all the days i was walkin’
pull up to the club back to back, coupes back to back
fall in the bar and rain ’em out the club, let’s go rack for rack (yeah, yeah)
n-ggas frontin’, they ain’t really doin’ no ballin’ (for real)
the way we be around oranges, think we know spalding
that ice came off ice, you think he f-ckin’ with us? good night
the pints goin’ for a cheaper price, so we took flight (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
yeah, richie on me dancin’, this a one-in-one
put my youngins on, rich as f-ck, yeah, b-tch, i run the slums
i put micky on some sh-t and i put drum on some
icy than a b-tch, water flooded, i need plumbing done
drop a bag on ’em, n-ggas thirsty, i can’t call it off
he ain’t pay that tab, chuckie cut them n-ggas’ water off
yeah, or he take his chain, debo stall ’em off
really out here hustling, you just cop ’cause you know all the law
every piece they had in hutch, yeah, b-tch, i bought ’em all
from buyin’ real estate, rap, and merch, i’m havin’ all in all
you need to pick your homies up, them n-ggas fallin’ off
code talk, told the plug i’m whippin’, i just fought a dog

[chorus: g.t.]
wrist a hundred, i ain’t really doin’ no talkin’ (nothin’)
six cars, n-gga, for all the days i was walkin’
pull up to the club back to back, coupes back to back
fall in the bar and rain ’em out the club, let’s go rack for rack (yeah, yeah)
n-ggas frontin’, they ain’t really doin’ no ballin’ (for real)
the way we be around oranges, think we know spalding
that ice came off ice, you think he f-ckin’ with us? good night
the pints goin’ for a cheaper price, so we took flight (yeah, yeah, yeah)

- icewear vezzo

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