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letra de run it up - icewear vezzo

[intro: yo gotti & icewear vezzo]
i am (drank god)
the greatest hustler of all time
beep

[chorus: yo gotti & icewear vezzo]
run it up, young n-gga, run it up (run it up)
f-ck it up, young n-gga, f-ck it up (f-ck it up, what?)
run it up, young n-gga, double up (godd-mnit, dupri, double up)
run it up to f-ck it up (f-ck it up, yeah)
run it up to f-ck it up (f-ck it up, yeah)
run it up to f-ck it up, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
run it up to f-ck it up (f-ck it up, yeah, drank god)
run it up to f-ck it up, yeah, yeah (yeah)

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
got a bad lil’ b-tch with an -ss on her (yeah)
let her suck the d-ck, then i smash on her (what?)
f-ck around, i’ll blow a bag on her (blow a bag)
we’ll rain out this b-tch, we got bands on us, ugh
water on my neck, this sh-t fiji (woo)
two styrofoams, lil weezy (lil weezy)
let her eat the d-ck, this ho greedy (eat it up, b-tch)
pray for my ex-b-tch, know she need me (gotta pray for her)
got a boy, rich n-gga habits (yeah)
i went to mike, spent a brick on a patek (hundred k)
i been done tricked all this sh-t, i know magic (what?)
could’ve shot movies, i’m equipped with that cannon, n-gga, yeah

[chorus: yo gotti]
run it up, young n-gga, run it up (run it up)
f-ck it up, young n-gga, f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
run it up, young n-gga, double up (double up)
run it up to f-ck it up (f-ck it up, yeah)
run it up to f-ck it up (f-ck it up, yeah)
run it up to f-ck it up, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
run it up to f-ck it up (f-ck it up, yeah)
run it up to f-ck it up, yeah, yeah (yeah)

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
you ain’t got no bands, n-gga solo (n-gga solo)
she ain’t tryna f-ck, there the door go, ayy (there the door go)
pop ten bands, i was dolo (what?)
f-ck around, threw an extra rack just for promo (for promotion)
ocean drive in miami in a drop-head (drop-head)
whole pint of hi-tech got the pop red (off drank)
drank god, ain’t a n-gga that can stop vezz, ayy (for real)
keep a heater on me for you hotheads
count a hundred thousand up in hundreds (yeah)
halloween baby, i put ice in the pumpkin (yeah)
real street n-gga, wear my ice out in public (what?)
f-ck the money up, my whole life i had nothin’, ugh (i was f-cked up)

[chorus: yo gotti & icewear vezzo]
run it up, young n-gga, run it up (drank god, run it up)
f-ck it up, young n-gga, f-ck it up (f-ck it up, yeah)
run it up, young n-gga, double up (double up, what?)
run it up to f-ck it up (f-ck it up, yeah)
run it up to f-ck it up (run it up, n-gga)
run it up to f-ck it up, yeah, yeah (run it up, n-gga, yeah, yeah)
run it up to f-ck it up (f-ck it up, yeah)
run it up to f-ck it up, yeah, yeah (yeah)

- icewear vezzo

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