Letra de Certified - Icewear Vezzo

(Feat. Future, DJ Drama)

Damn Max, this one's too hard

Alright

Got me and my cell

Drive that Lambo fast look like I'm speed-racing

This new Richard cost a milli' like I'm dream chasing

I been gettin' money since a teenager

Stick dirty, pop dirty but got clean paper

Pop me a G6 and now my jaw lockin'

Draco on me this bitch singin' just like Carl Thomas

Mix Xannies with the molly, I got bar hobbies

Fuck this rappin', this shit fail then I'm gon start robbin'

Sticky on me tucked, bitch I'm a demon

Rollie blingin', got a bitch, she look like Saweetie, fucked her good, she eat my semen

Only sip that KiKi, I be fiendin' cause I need it

Got a choppa on my seat, Ho-103, I call it Jeezy

VVSs diamonds, I don't wear average

Got a brand new F&N, I like to stare at it

Bitch I'm really up just like the stair or attic

Ray Ray with me, he gon' blow shit like a head gasket

You don't sell dope, scam, drop bodies, you can't hang with us

Yeah, all we postin' up with is all gang members

GI certified, got a Urus in both ears

She want me to urinate on her, I ain't got no chill

Fucked this tall, yellow shit look like Naomi Campbell

Just doin' Eliantte diamond, this a high number

Pinky ring cost a nigga about a brick of dog

Came from sellin' dope and stashin' bricks inside the wall

Man, that ho you tryin' to wife, I smash and never call

Should've been a pimp, bitch beggin' me to take it off

Drug traffickin' made a millionaire out my lil dawg

Get ghost on a RnB superstar and made the blog

Take the rap show money, I'm goin' and buyin' bales

They gon' slide when they come through, they give the opps hell

Money, good pussy, promethazine, all I ever need

And everyday we do the dash, fuck 12, high speed

Got my motor in the trunk with some very loud pipes

Put on twenty diamond chains, got on very loud ice

Got the bando goin' crazy with the green and the white

You can hear the money machine beepin' while we shootin' dice

I was raised up with junkies, and I came out that zoo

AK clip with the monkey nuts, shoot it 'til your hand blue

I get doped up on these Adderalls, I treat it like food

Count some millions up by hand, and I still ain't through

Had to give away some of my bitches, all these bitches I run through

All these sticks like we from Japan, all these bricks kung fu

Drive that Lambo fast look like I'm speed-racing

This new Richard cost a milli' like I'm dream chasing

I been gettin' money since a teenager

Stick dirty, pop dirty but got clean paper

Sparkles in it

Pop me a G6 and now my jaw lockin'

Pop me a G6 and now my jaw lockin'

Draco on me this bitch singin' just like Carl Thomas

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