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Icewear Vezzo - One Time Lyrics
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(Yeah)
One thing you niggas could never count
Is how many classics I got under my belt
Hahaha (one time)
Try me
(Bitch, you know Antt did the beat)

I ain't no bitch, I ain't no ho, I ain't no rat or none of that
Bro, f*ck that 'Cat, we pull up strapped, don't get caught lackin', double back
These niggas' hoes and since they finished, you had a bag and fumbled that
I ain't been the same since they locked B up, I just want my brother back
Can't tell no lies, f*ck the 'Gram, don't risk my life the flex for live
Been through some shit, I'm blessed for life, but still got pain, it's in my eyes
This ain't your lane, bro you playin' games? What gain, I'm pickin' side
Stand on business, sit 'em down, we fry shit like Mr. Chow's
I'm with felons, ain't no nigga gave me shit except my celly
The streets been dead, it's too much tellin', I turned up with all my felons
I shed blood, sweat and tears, for all this shit, I need my blessings
Rollie bustin', this bitch dancin', play for keys, that's how we steppin', yeah

One time for all the niggas that's trappin' (that's trappin')
Two times for all the niggas that's flexin' (yeah)
Middle finger to the pussy niggas that's tellin' (f*ck 'em)
Three times for the real niggas in heaven (all real niggas)
And four times for the bad bitches that's steppin' (all the bad bitches) (Snowman)
Fi-fi-five times for them niggas out here really gettin' it (gettin' it)
Six times for them niggas out here really livin' it (yeah)
Your favorite rapper, yeah, I heard about 'em, turned witness
Seven times for us business men, we still in business

Look, it come to talkin' this yola, you niggas know who the champ
The shit gon' jump out the gym and you can tell by the stamp
Wanna know what color it is and you can tell when it's stamped
AR-15 with the drum, the nightstand by the lamp
Yeah, Call-Call Of Duty shit, when it's bed time
Ain't runnin' from nothin' but some fed time
J hit my other phone, that my bread-line
Have my money in three days, that the deadline
Gray tape, Arm & Hammer, Coca Cola, nigga (Coca Cola, nigga)
Got the green and the white, bipolar, nigga (yeah)
So many fold, and the babies need a stroller, nigga (woo)
Duffle bags so heavy, need a shoulder, nigga
Escalade dope panels, hold a fifty
Pyrex vision bowl, left it sticky
Guess who got the lowest numbers in the city? (Who?)
Snow, run this motherf*cker like I'm Diddy (huh, yeah)

One time for all the niggas that's trappin' (that's trappin')
Two times for all the niggas that's flexin' (yeah)
Middle finger to the pussy niggas that's tellin' (f*ck 'em)
Three times for the real niggas in heaven (all real niggas)
And four times for the bad bitches that's steppin' (all the bad bitches)
Fi-fi-five times for them niggas out here really gettin' it (gettin' it)
Six times for them niggas out here really livin' it (yeah)
Your favorite rapper, yeah, I heard about 'em, turned witness
Seven times for us business men, we still in business

(Gangsta Grillz)
This ain't no Sesame Street
Call me Count Dramula
(Dramatic nigga)
Hahaha
You niggas can't f*ck with me
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(Yeah)
One thing you niggas could never count
Is how many classics I got under my belt
Hahaha (one time)
Try me
(Bitch, you know Antt did the beat)

I ain't no bitch, I ain't no ho, I ain't no rat or none of that
Bro, f*ck that 'Cat, we pull up strapped, don't get caught lackin', double back
These niggas' hoes and since they finished, you had a bag and fumbled that
I ain't been the same since they locked B up, I just want my brother back
Can't tell no lies, f*ck the 'Gram, don't risk my life the flex for live
Been through some shit, I'm blessed for life, but still got pain, it's in my eyes
This ain't your lane, bro you playin' games? What gain, I'm pickin' side
Stand on business, sit 'em down, we fry shit like Mr. Chow's
I'm with felons, ain't no nigga gave me shit except my celly
The streets been dead, it's too much tellin', I turned up with all my felons
I shed blood, sweat and tears, for all this shit, I need my blessings
Rollie bustin', this bitch dancin', play for keys, that's how we steppin', yeah

One time for all the niggas that's trappin' (that's trappin')
Two times for all the niggas that's flexin' (yeah)
Middle finger to the pussy niggas that's tellin' (f*ck 'em)
Three times for the real niggas in heaven (all real niggas)
And four times for the bad bitches that's steppin' (all the bad bitches) (Snowman)
Fi-fi-five times for them niggas out here really gettin' it (gettin' it)
Six times for them niggas out here really livin' it (yeah)
Your favorite rapper, yeah, I heard about 'em, turned witness
Seven times for us business men, we still in business

Look, it come to talkin' this yola, you niggas know who the champ
The shit gon' jump out the gym and you can tell by the stamp
Wanna know what color it is and you can tell when it's stamped
AR-15 with the drum, the nightstand by the lamp
Yeah, Call-Call Of Duty shit, when it's bed time
Ain't runnin' from nothin' but some fed time
J hit my other phone, that my bread-line
Have my money in three days, that the deadline
Gray tape, Arm & Hammer, Coca Cola, nigga (Coca Cola, nigga)
Got the green and the white, bipolar, nigga (yeah)
So many fold, and the babies need a stroller, nigga (woo)
Duffle bags so heavy, need a shoulder, nigga
Escalade dope panels, hold a fifty
Pyrex vision bowl, left it sticky
Guess who got the lowest numbers in the city? (Who?)
Snow, run this motherf*cker like I'm Diddy (huh, yeah)

One time for all the niggas that's trappin' (that's trappin')
Two times for all the niggas that's flexin' (yeah)
Middle finger to the pussy niggas that's tellin' (f*ck 'em)
Three times for the real niggas in heaven (all real niggas)
And four times for the bad bitches that's steppin' (all the bad bitches)
Fi-fi-five times for them niggas out here really gettin' it (gettin' it)
Six times for them niggas out here really livin' it (yeah)
Your favorite rapper, yeah, I heard about 'em, turned witness
Seven times for us business men, we still in business

(Gangsta Grillz)
This ain't no Sesame Street
Call me Count Dramula
(Dramatic nigga)
Hahaha
You niggas can't f*ck with me
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Writer: Anthony Mathis, Chivez Smith, Jay Jenkins, Tyree Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC
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