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lamb chop - icewear vezzo lyrics

[intro]
alright
(d*mn, max, this one’s too hard)
drank god
roll the zone up, n*gga
rich off pints
yeah, we really rich off pints, though
(iced up records)

[verse]
yeah, we cookin’ lamb chops
grab that chopper, i might spazz out, tezzo gon’ crash out
ar on me turn his heart to, into a ragtop
shoot the f&n ’til it jam, it make my pants hot
yeah, i got that fin c*cked
got the best chains in the club, that’s why i stand out
f*ck security, alright, i mean
i said f*ck security, he’s a ho, i make him stand out (he a p*ssy, for real)
i got my ice on
clear diamonds all vvs, they look like white 1’s
choose a side, but picked the wrong one and now his life gone
n*ggas think lil’ gang doin’ plumbin’ because that pipe on ’em
yeah, drac’ like an iphone
.223, i got that four*five, he gon’ get mike’d on
take your b*tch and give her ap, now she don’t like holmes
audemars shine like the— just cut the lights off
i been grinding since i was five, now i’m an icon (for real)
freaky b*tch, she got a big ass, and got them tights on
760, that’s my new car, plus that’s my fico
shoot that glocky ’til my hands numb, look like i type wrong
yeah, b*tch, this the murder season
chopper on me sound like smurk singin’, chain cost a thirty even
f*ck my opps, they don’t want beef but b*tch, we murder vegans
so much jewelry sit on my chest, it made my shirt a—
it made me anemic (i’m f*ckin’ up)
[outro]
keep this sh*t goin’
i’m really higher than a b*tch right now
type of n*gga, godd*mn, i don’t know what the f*ck i’m gon’—
who’s that recording right now? that’s smurk?
he burnt out, n*gga
max beats
drank god
big ice
rich off pints
f*ck this sh*t, i ain’t got no l’s

- icewear vezzo lyrics

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