LYRICFLUENT
LYRICFLUENTOne Time Lyrics by Icewear Vezzo Icewear Vezzo , Jeezy, Dj Drama
Below, you will find the lyrics for One Time by Icewear Vezzo.
One thing you niggas could never count
Is how many classics I got under my belt
Hahaha
Try me
I ain't no bitch, I ain't no ho, I ain't no rat or none of that
Bro, fuck that 'Cat, we pull up strapped, don't get caught lackin', double back
These niggas' hoes and since they finished, you had a bag and fumbled that
I ain't been the same since they locked B up, I just want my brother back
Can't tell no lies, fuck the 'Gram, don't risk my life the flex for live
Been through some shit, I'm blessed for life, but still got pain, it's in my eyes
This ain't your lane, bro you playin' games? What gain, I'm pickin' side
Stand on business, sit 'em down, we fry shit like Mr. Chow's
I'm with felons, ain't no nigga gave me shit except my celly
The streets been dead, it's too much tellin', I turned up with all my felons
I shed blood, sweat and tears, for all this shit, I need my blessings
Rollie bustin', this bitch dancin', play for keys, that's how we steppin', yeah
One time for all the niggas that's trappin'
Two times for all the niggas that's flexin'
Middle finger to the pussy niggas that's tellin'
Three times for the real niggas in heaven
And four times for the bad bitches that's steppin'
Fi-fi-five times for them niggas out here really gettin' it
Six times for them niggas out here really livin' it
Your favorite rapper, yeah, I heard about 'em, turned witness
Seven times for us business men, we still in business
Look, it come to talkin' this yola, you niggas know who the champ
The shit gon' jump out the gym and you can tell by the stamp
Wanna know what color it is and you can tell when it's stamped
AR-15 with the drum, the nightstand by the lamp
Yeah, Call-Call Of Duty shit, when it's bed time
Ain't runnin' from nothin' but some fed time
J hit my other phone, that my bread-line
Have my money in three days, that the deadline
Gray tape, Arm Hammer, Coca Cola, nigga
Got the green and the white, bipolar, nigga
So many fold, and the babies need a stroller, nigga
Duffle bags so heavy, need a shoulder, nigga
Escalade dope panels, hold a fifty
Pyrex vision bowl, left it sticky
Guess who got the lowest numbers in the city?
Snow, run this motherfucker like I'm Diddy
One time for all the niggas that's trappin'
Two times for all the niggas that's flexin'
Middle finger to the pussy niggas that's tellin'
Three times for the real niggas in heaven
And four times for the bad bitches that's steppin'
Fi-fi-five times for them niggas out here really gettin' it
Six times for them niggas out here really livin' it
Your favorite rapper, yeah, I heard about 'em, turned witness
Seven times for us business men, we still in business
This ain't no Sesame Street
Call me Count Dramula
Hahaha
You niggas can't fuck with me
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