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get bacc - icewear vezzo lyrics

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[intro]
(smerf made this beat, boy)
will you get the f*cking door, n*gga?
b*tch*ass, hear me? keep calling, n*gga
texting and sh*t like i’m your b*tch or something, n*gga (f*ck i look like, n*gga?)
man, f*ck all that, where this sh*t at, n*gga?
hold up, n*gga
yeah
get your p*ssy ass on the ground
we want it all, n*gga

[verse 1]
strip p*ssy n*ggas like we at strokers, socks and drawers, n*gga
huh, ar hold a hundo, two bricks of dog in it
slidin’ backdoor with my best friend ’cause i like to ball, n*gga
you be calling me or texting, n*gga, you ain’t getting sh*t back
huh, never came through no side door, yeah, we with that get back
yeah, f*ck boxing, got drac’ on me, this b*tch got six pack
i wear amiri, louis, and prada, fendi, i like to mismatch
b*tch, i’m really him
shady like i’m really slim
on baby, we’ll drop any man
i don’t give a f*ck if it’s ten am
sick as h*ll ’cause these n*ggas sweet, lil’ cuddy said he gon’ send a pin, lurking
grimy n*gga, if he with his b*tch, look, we sn*tching birkins
uh, get to tweaking if they ain’t got them drugs in them, uh—
i mean, get to tweaking if we got them drugs in them, my n*ggas on percocet
[chorus]
get back, get back
this that get back, get back
this that get back, get back
get back, b*tch, yeah, we got big straps

[verse 2]
i know gds, i know bds, i know stones, and i know lords
yeah, i’m crippin’, i know bloods, plus f*ck who told, you n*ggas hoes
yeah, fifty k for a show, i stuck my pole up in the door
don’t throw your set when we around, we’ll sn*tch your soul right through the floor
i be with scurvy n*ggas
glock 19 with thirty in it
in the club, we’ll shoot this b*tch right up, i’ll turn to curry in it, breezy
hit sh*t with no look, no pass, n*gga, yeah, i get sneaky
this b*tch tweaking, thinking i’ll kick my cup, i love that keke
huh, f&n, i nicknamed it fenty, yeah, that’s riri
catch ’em lacking like— b*tch, that’s for gigi
huh, ninety pills up in my right pocket, got them from titi
my back pocket stuffed with a light hundred, this ain’t no pee*pee

[chorus]
get back, get back
this that get back, get back
this that get back, get back
get back, b*tch, yeah, we got big straps
[outro]
ooh

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