Letra de Mudd Baby - Icewear Vezzo

Ooh

Ca$h out, what it do?

Ooh-wee

(Shit)

Back again

Iced Up Records

Yeah

Yeah, lay in yo' shit

Quick to blow on that chopper, it just stay on shit

Fuck the coppers, oppers like a butler, I just wait on shit

Goofy niggas trappin' for three weeks and still ain't made some shit

I got so much frost on this new Rollie like I sprayed a wrist

No thirty-six, we rock forty-ones all day and date a bitch

Made me like five million in one year, bitch, I was made for this

Fuck the talkin', never do no lackin', up and spray the blick

Flashin' hella jewelry at yo' show, we come and takin' shit

Hm, ooh, bitch, I do major shit

All this jewelry light up my whole neck, look like the Vegas Strip

Real rasta, bought me a new mansion, cost me eighty bricks

You in the streets and still ain't touched a mil', you on some lazy shit

Crack a seal, finna drink it all, ain't on no savin' shit

Mix the Fendi up with that Dior, I love that Bathing shit

Hit the road, took ten thousand pills between bangin' Tris

Told my bitch to stuff it in her coochie, had to train a bitch

Stretch the work, do that shit like yoga, that's my trainer bitch

Turn that chopper up like a lil' kid, I bend and spank some shit

You the opposite of number two, that mean you ain't the shit

Hit the club and throw me up ten racks, I love the rain and shit

Ghetto girl and she got a fatty, that's my favorite bitch

Got the same bottles in my kitchen, that's my baby sip

Got extension on me, it hold thirty, end up paintin' shit

My mama said I got some screws loose, I need some maintenance

Private jet, oh, we in first class, ain't on no basic shit

Fucked around and got another opp, he on the waiting list

All my homies play in the background because they ain't legit

Lot of habits, need to quit my cup, I can't be taking this

Ooh, yeah, I never fake with stick

Pour me up a three in a cream soda, this a Faygo twist

Niggas in the game and fallin' out on some flagrant shit

How you gang and go against the guys? Yeah, that's plagiarist

Pop a xanny, mix it with a flat, love the zapin' shit

Hella shooters blow shit like a hookah, love to vape and shit

Told her I can't love you like my drink but love yo' nakedness

Grinded long but this shit paying off, yeah, that's what patience get

Catch 'em flexing, we gon' get to steppin', Alpha Beta shit

Baby Glock, the clip that's pokin' out look like a taser stick

Cuddy told me if he wacked a witness, get the case dismissed

Brick or dog, break it down in chunks, it look like bagel bits (Like bagel bits)

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