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criminals with ice on - peezy lyrics

[intro]
(flawless [?])

[chorus: peezy]
stomp a n*gga ass out in some red bottoms
pop a n*gga up with the rollie on
slide down on a n*gga in the latest fashion
do a hit in the foreign, i hide at the mansion
we just a bunch of criminals with ice on
we just a bunch of criminals with ice on
we just a bunch of criminals with ice on
we just a bunch of criminals with ice on

[verse 1: hnic pesh]
gone
sock a n*gga in his face with this big face
then wipe his blood off my fist with a ben frank
drive*bys in a foreign with the templates
name on fire in the city, we gon’ switch states
me and peezy different sides but the same team (yeah)
got the feds askin’ n*ggas what them chains mean
’bout to do a n*gga dirty but we came clean
we the reason all these p*ssy n*ggas drink lean
thirty*round clip pokin’ out my rockstars
peach fanta but it’s filled up with wockhardt
chopper sittin’ close by in the parked car
n*gga, we’ve been touchin’ cheese since carhartts
n*gga
[chorus: peezy]
stomp a n*gga ass out in some red bottoms
pop a n*gga up with the rollie on
slide down on a n*gga in the latest fashion
do a hit in the foreign, i hide at the mansion
we just a bunch of criminals with ice on
we just a bunch of criminals with ice on
we just a bunch of criminals with ice on
we just a bunch of criminals with ice on

[verse 2: peezy]
yeah, n*gga
we just a bunch of criminals with ice on
in the club with gold on, poppin’ gold bottles
a n*gga act fake drunk when these lights come on
grew up, cross his f*ckin’ head with a rose bottle
i had versache on in my mugshot (real sh*t)
my n*gga [?] got burried in his own watch
yeah, we started from the bottom, now we on top (ghetto boyz)
[?] seventy*five in the foreign with a whole block
just sold a hundred grams in my new js
watchin’ out for the feds in my new [?]
in the latest whip, stayin’ in my lane (yeah)
stay fresh to death and stay true to the game
n*gga
[chorus: peezy]
stomp a n*gga ass out in some red bottoms
pop a n*gga up with the rollie on
slide down on a n*gga in the latest fashion
do a hit in the foreign, i hide at the mansion
we just a bunch of criminals with ice on
we just a bunch of criminals with ice on
we just a bunch of criminals with ice on
we just a bunch of criminals with ice on

[verse 3: snoop]
i’m just a criminal with ice on (iced up)
i f*cked my side b*tch with the lights on
in the srt with the brights on
i sell all the x and bring the pints home
i’m just a criminal with two watches (rollies)
they hate my last crib before two choppers
on peach tree, phantom of the opera
count up a hundred bands while i’m eatin’ lobster
b*tch, hit the club and catch the holy ghost
short sleeve neimans tee, let the rollie show
die [?] down the window, let the .40 go
want to ball like this but can’t afford it, though
n*gga

- peezy lyrics

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