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god bless the 6 - icewear vezzo lyrics

[intro: icewear vezzo & dj drama]
yeah
let’s paint the city
()
thank god for everything, please protect us
ain’t no place like the d
amen
you n*ggas not safe there
()

[chorus: icewear vezzo]
left wrist icy as sh*t, i be poppin’ my sh*t
keep bl!cks, i be ’round the 6
dancin’, audemars piguet be flashin’
clear vvs stones shine bright than a b*tch
glock 19, poured, got a pop full of lean
big chop, we ain’t fightin’ for sh*t
hundred right in the clip
spend dog sh*t every vibe
t’d up, keep pipe in the bent’
[verse 1: babyface ray]
two hoes stuffed in the back, keep quotin’ my raps
to tеll ’em let ’em fight for thе d*ck (yeah)
little n*gga keep sendin’ shots, told him stop with the cap
hit his ho ’cause she tight on the rent
it’s a movie, look at the life that i live
sparklers on sprites, took a pint off in liv
she suckin’ and slobbin’, she might need a bib
penthouse for thotties, gave wifey the crib

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
got more pape’ than them n*ggas
n*ggas f*cked up, they finished, we ain’t savin’ no n*ggas
rich n*gga, everything bust
quarter m on a richard, hit hutch, two*eighty on cubans
dog go stupid
spend dog sh*t at phipps, plain rose, go crazy on n*ggas
i ain’t cuffin’ no ho, i done hit every bad b*tch walkin’
on gang, i’m just waitin’ on nicki

[verse 3: babyface ray]
walk through the line with no ticket, that’s me (yeah)
just gave some money to baby like pee (yeah)
that b*tch ain’t mine if her purse ain’t two c (yeah)
shoot for the mind like my name was ooh*wee
hold on, stop the beat, let me show some love
band up for life like my n*gga poody
ballin’ on n*ggas like my number two*three (ballin’)
forever got choices, ‘cat came with two keys, n*gga
[verse 4: icewear vezzo]
go’n ‘head and f*ck for the gang
turned an icy b*tch out, gon’ f*ck for a chain
lit n*gga pull up in rolls on forgis
got shooters on shooters, we was cuttin’ up ‘caine
talkin’ ’bout juggs you ain’t hit
lil’ p*ssy*ass n*gga, we’ll pull up with glocks and switches
forty in the chop, blow a kiss
man, we done turned the hood up, that’s why the opps so p*ssed
dog sh*t records, a hundred, can’t call that flexin’
five million and all that’s extras
fifty ‘bows of pressure, reckless, huh
yeah, we the type of n*ggas that’ll rob the steppers

[verse 5: babyface ray]
i don’t know will smith, but i am a legend
perc’ after perc’ like this sh*t is excedrin
double*r truck, boy, you livin’ too reckless
feelin’ like ye, change my name to hugh hefner
changin’ my number, don’t want you no more
i can’t love on no ho, that ain’t how that sh*t go (naw)
walked in the mall, i had bags on bags
it’s crazy, i thought i couldn’t struggle no more
hate that i’m lit, love when i’m broke
f*ckin’ three friends, my ducks in a row (ooh)
playin’ snake games, i’m cuttin’ your throat
i make free bands as i’m cuttin’ the dope
[chorus: icewear vezzo & babyface ray]
left wrist icy as sh*t, i be poppin’ my sh*t
keep bl!cks, i be ’round the 6
dancin’, audemars piguet be flashin’
clear vvs stones shine bright than a b*tch
rolex, one too many
car stay tinted
boy, i’m a young rich n*gga
i don’t give a f*ck, i’ll spend it
yeah, he’s always timid
rockin’ saint mike ’cause i’m sinnin’
coupe is on fendi
f’s, look at me winnin’
family been treatin’ me different

[outro: dj drama]
thanksgiving coming up
time to feed the streets
(gangsta grizills)

- icewear vezzo lyrics

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