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Icewearvezzo - Musty Lyrics

[Intro]
(Chromeboy)
(Iced Up Records)
(Jay Lapp, like talk to 'em)
Ooh, huh

[Verse 1]
Tell that bitch get off my dick, a million cash, I don’t like banks
Diamonds hittin', I get them dunked for a lil' band, bitch, I got rank
Pressed the dog, eighty dollar grams, you know it’s fat when that shit stink
On the low, I done probably fucked every lil' bad bitch down my way
I'll stop flexin' with all my pape', this shit too much to flash cheap
Cybertruck ride like a plane, in the wind, shit look like plastic screens
The hood been hot, I got some shit sittin' in my trunk, whole bag of beans
Red and purp', all kinds of leans, dogshit in my Lanvin jeans
Why you countin' that lil’ shit, dog? That ain’t no pape', we millionaires
Come to the tablе empty-handed, you in the way, go kill yoursеlf
Went to the feds, it slowed me up, but I came home with still a mill’
Hit the K like, fuck the wrist, stuff a ho, I'm Build-A-Bear
I got Vezzo, I got Peezy, get the Jeezy's for the Smurfs
Paid the high for my G60s, Doodie Lo for all my Percs
So much water on my wrist, could fuck a ho until she squirt
Ride the boat, made for the dirt, be on go when I'm off Yerks
Fuck a rap check, unless it’s two M's
Real chicken, Hibachi truck just like I'm Moo and 'em
In Booby Trap, I just throw up slips, I'm with lil' Kool and 'em
Them bags are true, this bitch like my crib, I'll probably move in, nigga (Ooh)
[Chorus]
Huh, yeah (Ooh), ran his bitch out (Bitch out)
Hmm, what? Ran his bitch out (Ran his bitch out)
Phew, nigga, we ran his bitch out (Yeah)
Hmm, Dog Shit, we ran his bitch out (Ooh)
Got that shit on me (What?), got that shit on me (What?)
Got that shit on me (What?), nigga, got that shit on me (Ooh)
Nigga, got that shit on me (Ooh), got that shit on me (Ooh)
Got that shit on me (Ha), bitch, got that shit on me (Nigga)

[Verse 2]
Let my nuts hand on the bitch, I ain't the two, ho, I'm the one
Threw a Tesla up at Truffers, spent a coupe at Golden Sun
In the Lambo' gettin' top, I drop the roof and she go dumb
I buy Louis for my son, bought new toolies for lil' cuz
Every day, ho, I'm the shit, I been done pee-peed on a bitch
Drop the top and up my wrist, ho, I'm like Jeezy on the 6
Throwin' parties 'cause I'm rich, I'm like Keith B on the bitch
Diamonds 3D on my wrist, high as ET off the Tris
It was five M's, now I'm up ten
In the H like, "What it do? I'm tryna fuck Meg"
Real demon, been done slapped some shit, get niggas tucked in
Red demon, diamonds on it spinnin', I got a dumb bag, nigga

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah (Ooh), ran his bitch out (Bitch out)
Hmm, what? Ran his bitch out (Ran his bitch out)
Phew, nigga, we ran his bitch out (Yeah)
Hmm, Dog Shit, we ran his bitch out (Ooh)
Got that shit on me (What?), got that shit on me (What?)
Got that shit on me (What?), nigga, got that shit on me (Ooh)
Nigga, got that shit on me (Ooh), got that shit on me (Ooh)
Got that shit on me (Ha), bitch, got that shit on me (Nigga)