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letra de 7sixers - veeze

[intro: veeze]
reef, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
my heart cold, i put ice on it like it’s swollen
my pockets fat and i’m huggin’ on it like i’m norbit
hold on, what i say?
gotta bring it back on they ass

[verse 1: veeze]
my heart cold, i put ice on it like it’s swollen (yeah)
my pockets fat and i’m huggin’ on ’em like i’m norbit (huh?)
a street n-gga, i turn bougie quick on a poor b-tch
i might miss thanksgiving, we on ocean drive with foreigns (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
i been off the porch, in too deep, sh-t, i’m snorkelin’ (yeah)
call me pistol pete, pass that b-tch to my boy, yeah (my boy, yeah)
young b-tch with me, feed her chips and juice, she ain’t even grown yet (lil’ b-tch)
in the grand jeep, we three deep, but that’s four mill’ (four million)
ayy, twin, break that pill, get me geeked, i’m the nerd man (yeah)
i ain’t even in rich gang, i know young thugs and birdmans (for real)
cuddy in a ten with a bag of oranges like a birkin
b-tch just seen my fit, she said, “oh my god, this sh-t all virgil”

[verse 2: babyface ray]
f-ck the private, press it all, money all in (all in)
money fallin’ (fallin’)
i just walked in (yeah)
bad, thick, mixed b-tch look like starlet
if i ain’t wavy gang, n-gga, what you call that?
f-ck the corner up, got it all back, you know i’m hard head (yeah)
i can’t tell you if the p-ssy good, i get all head (n-gga)
2022 sittin’ low, watch me crawl pass (phew)
lil’ n-gga, i’ll f-ck your b-tch, i’m with all that (with all that)
i’m a bull, i’m like curry, i got pull (yeah)
mask down over my eyes, not no wool, clip is full (n-gga)
who got work? bust a jugg, sell your soul for a buzz (huh? huh?)
droppin’ fours, i’m not blood, i keep soda full of mud
have ’em dig a hole and drop you down, f-ck rollin’ n-ggas up (f-ck all that sh-t)
we can grab them hoes and let them choose, it’s either them or us
i was louis shades for ’bout three k, ain’t never did no buffs (light)
we was takin’ off the stash alone, ain’t no b-tch gettin’ stuff, n-gga
[verse 3: icewear vezzo]
thirty on my waist, if you ain’t up, can’t relate
huh, million dollars cash, brick of raw, scr-pe the plate (skrrt)
yeah, stuff it in my pants, dog sh-t, break the bank (yeah, yeah)
do two hundred in that ‘rari, rollie all in they face (rollie all in they face)
huh, pop a pill, watch her eat it up, we geeked or what? (we geekin’)
huh, took a tesla, vv’d up, elon musk (elon)
yeah, i be in the trenches, we t’d up, feed my cup (yeah)
yeah, this n-gga and this b-tch done ran it up like leon russ’ (ran it up)
switch on the glock look like baccarat, we shop a lot (fah, fah)
huh, she ain’t ever seen this wrist before, that’s vacheron
huh, tweakin’ in that ‘rari late at night, don’t stop a lot (uh uh)
multi-million dollar n-gga ‘hind this tint, hoppin’ out (drank god)
huh, wavy gang, iur is up, the dream team (dream team)
all rich n-ggas, look like we in queens, supreme team (boss)
big goofy n-gga, must be colorblind, your lean green (haha)
bet i walked him down, run me that whole kit, i need these, n-gga

[outro: icewear vezzo]
yeah
drank god

- veeze

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