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Icewear Vezzo – It’s All On U (Ft. Kodak Black) Lyrics

HuhYeah, never let them pussy niggas play mePut that on my baby, Forgi’s on a Maybach truck, it cost two-eightyRicher than them niggas that be hatin’Shooters like McGrady in Kentucky, with that fetti goin’ crazy, huhStick tucked, I let my chain hangRich and gang bangLeave a fifty in this bitch, the Rain Man, huhBustin’ shit, don’t wear no Plain JaneHundred-thousand dollar Rollie Skydweller, AP on the same handYou with the opps, that mean you ain’t my mansYou movin’ like the cops, can’t take a chance, thirty-thousand in my pantsYeah, dog shit in my pockets, where your bands?Hit the show with thirty hittersI’m with cuddy, he a blick before he landCash it all the time, don’t wait for shitTwenty chains, crazy kitRich nigga, I can’t fuck no basic bitchYou never been no boss, you drankin’ TrisYou never been no shooter, you’s a bitchQuay Quay with me, he got sticked, huhPour the Wocky up and drop a sixIcy than a bitch, put my city on the map, we in the mixI been slimin’ shit out since a jitCuban cost two bricksWe got all them thirsty hoes takin’ picsYou wanna sign me? Yellin’ out three mill’Tweakin’ in this bitch, just popped a pillGang ‘nem yellin’ out, “Free Kill”Yeah, fuck a record label, we too realFuck award shows, we in the field (say)Shoot that chopper like I’m skilled, nigga (tied)

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I love my lil’ bih ’cause she realShe want me at my best but love me at my worst stillI can’t let ’em kill BillI keep three Glocks and a stickOne regular, one got a dickOne of ’em fully, with a fifty and a switchA nigga diss, his ass better stay focusedNowadays, the real niggas be doin’ a lot of ho shitYeah, you know me, I’m on my Zoe shitMy niggas don’t speak EnglishAll he know is when we pull up, hop out squeezin’I’m a fuckin’ demon, them bullets miss me, I’m eatin’ my orderAnd I’m bossin’ up, I got the ‘Rari truck on pre-orderTwo-fifty for the Richard Mille, I ain’t even see a quarterI ain’t even much twenty-five, where I reside, these niggas down shorterI got expensive taste, I’m drankin’ Wock’, I scrapedTakin’ ZaZa to the face, on a private jet in either stateThey say they down for me but really fakin’Ain’t wanna help put on my shoes, when I couldn’t tie my lacesLike John Gotti, beat a thousand casesWe keepin’ people straight, they doin’ voodoo way in HaitiI’ma speak my mind every time, I don’t care how you take itI keep it real, and for that all the real niggas embrace meJumped off the tour bus and all the bitches start to chase meBut then my pockets start spreadin’, I big faced itThe cheese, the cheese done got me beefin’ with my ladyShe pulled up to the ugly corner, jumped out, tryna mace me


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