Thug Life Doodie Lo & Chief Wuk (Ft. Icewear Vezzo)
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[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
Phew, phew
(Damn, MAX, this one's too hard)
So what we on?
Phew (Big Ice), fuck, I'm ready to go (Phew)
Uh, why the fuck? (Forever, nigga)
Hmm, ooh
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, why the fuck you flashin' that lil' pole and ain't gon' use it? (Use it)
Bust my Rollie down, this [?][0:15] bitch look stupid, huh (Ooh)
Took two thousand oranges on the road, look like I'm hoopin' (Look like I'm hoopin')
Pull up with that bitch and— phew, phew, phew, AR with coolant
Yeah, chain freezy, I fuck on best friends, her whole gang easy (Her whole gang easy)
Niggas hoes, we take rappers jewelry, get your plate eatеn (Ha)
Pour that Wocky up, then pop a Tesla, look like I ain't lеanin' (Woo)
Drop they homie, up that bitch again, this shit just ain't easy (This shit just ain't easy)
Walk around this bitch with like two hundred, I got a check now (Two hundred)
He was braggin' 'bout how he killed— look at where he at now (Look at where he at now)
Huh, I kept runnin' out of Actavis, I'm pourin' Tech, huh (Pourin')
We got hundred shooters, hundred choppers when we step out (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
Pull up in the 'Raq, I'm in 'Rari or the 'Vette ('Rari or the 'Vette)
I'm with brodie flippin' packs, spent ten thousand up in Saks (Ten thousand up in Saks)
I got steppers on steppers, thirty rounds sittin' in the MAC
Out of town, run up a check, hundred pounds sit on the jet, nigga (Hundred pounds sit on the jet)
Phew, phew
(Damn, MAX, this one's too hard)
So what we on?
Phew (Big Ice), fuck, I'm ready to go (Phew)
Uh, why the fuck? (Forever, nigga)
Hmm, ooh
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, why the fuck you flashin' that lil' pole and ain't gon' use it? (Use it)
Bust my Rollie down, this [?][0:15] bitch look stupid, huh (Ooh)
Took two thousand oranges on the road, look like I'm hoopin' (Look like I'm hoopin')
Pull up with that bitch and— phew, phew, phew, AR with coolant
Yeah, chain freezy, I fuck on best friends, her whole gang easy (Her whole gang easy)
Niggas hoes, we take rappers jewelry, get your plate eatеn (Ha)
Pour that Wocky up, then pop a Tesla, look like I ain't lеanin' (Woo)
Drop they homie, up that bitch again, this shit just ain't easy (This shit just ain't easy)
Walk around this bitch with like two hundred, I got a check now (Two hundred)
He was braggin' 'bout how he killed— look at where he at now (Look at where he at now)
Huh, I kept runnin' out of Actavis, I'm pourin' Tech, huh (Pourin')
We got hundred shooters, hundred choppers when we step out (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
Pull up in the 'Raq, I'm in 'Rari or the 'Vette ('Rari or the 'Vette)
I'm with brodie flippin' packs, spent ten thousand up in Saks (Ten thousand up in Saks)
I got steppers on steppers, thirty rounds sittin' in the MAC
Out of town, run up a check, hundred pounds sit on the jet, nigga (Hundred pounds sit on the jet)
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