Funky lyrics

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
I ain't got time for b*tches and nonsense, bout 19 [?]
[?]
[?] you out like the [?]
Hundred bands, me and Seno riding [?]
[?] hit a n*gga on the side, that's a sidekick
[?] cookie [?]
Got a light ten, that's a rooky road
Booking agents that's booking shows
My Roli dance, that's a tootsy role
Thinking back, they ain't put me on
I want ten just to put me on
Any song, f*ck any ho
That pus*y tighter than cookie clothes
GG with them [?] in 'em
[?]
Got a truck with a Tommy in it
Might f*ck around, put a body in it
In the sweet like ten hoes, if they don't f*ck, I'm in the lobby with it
Hit a n*gga with that [?], that f*ck sh*t, I don't tollerate it
[?]

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Them [?], them hoes
This bag, this sh*t
This sh*t, them hoes
This ice, my chain
These rhyms, them hoes
This bag, this sh*t
This sh*t, them hoes
This ice
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
[?] I can f*ck that b*tch anytime
[?] me time, [?]
I ain't tryna hear any lieing, any dime, n*gga give me mine
[?] get in line
See them n*ggas at the finish line
Want five bands just to spit a rhyme
Another five, you bullsh*t a rhyme
[?] sit them down, got my bands up, now I'm seeing [?]
Mama told me that I'm [?]
I ain't living [?] I'm just living wild
Pack a show for a little while
They know every song, you should hear the crowd
Let them hold a few mac bullits, if he don't want it, then give it to him
Front door, how I send it to him
Send them b*tches through the living room
Same plate, just a different spoon
Drank day, make them b*tches boom
I'm eating good, like the kitchen full
Keep the hood like the [?]


[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Them [?], them hoes
This bag, this sh*t
This sh*t, them hoes
This ice, my chain
These rhyms, them hoes
This bag, this sh*t
This sh*t, them hoes
This ice
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
It's so much money in this city, ball right now
Bout to count these bands, I can't tell you who you are right now
I call my haters fans, watch me make them n*ggas stars right now
And I got that blam blam, in the car right now
Plus the b*tch with me, she get turnt up on that Dej Loaf
I gave her a key, kicked her out when she was dead broke
I bee in the D, posted up with n*ggas sell dope
You come play with me, Imma throw you from the twelth floor
Ain't nothing for free, f*ck you think I need these scales for
sh*t real in these streets, even the n*ggas in jail know
I'm smelling like a [?], Imma sell my drugs
I got [?]
[?] what up cuz?

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Them [?], them hoes
This bag, this sh*t
This sh*t, them hoes
This ice, my chain
These rhyms, them hoes
This bag, this sh*t
This sh*t, them hoes
This ice