LYRICFLUENT
LYRICFLUENTExclusive Lyrics by Icewear Vezzo Icewear Vezzo
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Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
What? Ayy
Got it on my own, fuck a helping hand
niggas bless a bitch 'fore
They help they mans
F&H tucked in my belt and pants
Ghetto Boyz, IUR, bitch, I rep the fam, ayy
I don't want the bitch 'less she stuffin'
Open up that oven, hit his muffin
You ain't got no pape', niggas bluffin'
Got two hoes bitin' down and they cousins
Still that bag life, RIP reek
Mix the turtle with a Brisk
That's a green tea, yeah
I can never quit, the streets need me
Nigga, I'll pour a four in a Fiji, yeah
Water on my neck, this shit leaky
Got a big booty brown bitch, look like Dreezy
I was in the feds with the Stones and the GDs
let her eat the dick, then
I fuck for the freebie, yeah
Catch another charge, I'ma go to trial
One pussy dead, so ain't no pussy in me now
And don't up that lil' thirty, bitch
I got a hundred rounds
Nigga want a verse from me, bitch
I charge a hundred pounds
Five thousand dollar 'fit, this Revive drip
Go to war 'bout the nigga I survive with
we walk in the jewelry store
And just buy shit
My lil' baby IUR cost me five strips
My lil' baby twenty-one just like my wrist
Lil' baby thick as hell, but she 5'6'
Put a sign on the chop that say fire quick
and Murda Man just came home
He up five hit's, nigga
Iced Up Records
And Murda Man just came home
He up five hit's
And Murda Man just came home
He up five hit's
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