First 48 (CuddyMix) (Icewear Vezzo Remix) ft. Icewear Vezzo Lyrics

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SDMg

GetCuddy

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Ayy

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Bitch

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Ah

Ooh

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I hit Hutch to cop new ice

Come back in forty-eight Yeah

Maybach truck

This bitch got pipes

Bitch, cost two hundred and forty-eight Huh

Shot fifty-two right out that top

Bitch, got forty-eight Yeah

Feds been hot

We open spotters

Down in forty-eight Thugs

Fuck them boys

We send all out

Right to them pearly gates Yeah

Baby fin

This bitch a Glock

Look like a thirty-eight Huh

Pour at least three pints a week

We drunk like forty-eight Lies

Where I'm from

Nah, ain't shit sweet

Check the murder rate

Detroit

Fuck a chop, they come and switch

Bro, call the murder case

Watch the mirrors

They tracking cars

Better turn away

Niggas scamming and play with dogs

Look Gang I'm serving weight

Huh

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Bitch

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I done seen niggas turn to hoes

He tried to run away Pussy

Seen a real nigga play his role

Try to play his role Yeah

Seen a street nigga turn legit

They let him get away He told

Then he told and got some shit

I'm Rich for ice

We ain't just rappers

We get shit, blow the way

To rich off ice look like a pounce

We got blow and yay

Why them glocks shoot like machines

They switch like Coi -leray

Saw them k-roll, that ain't no lean

That shit got thrown away

Seen a rap bitch play two signs

You better know they fake Huh

He got wacked from going live

Boy put that phone away

Boy put that phone away

Keep a trap from out of town

Pull up with forty Dracs

Stay strong

Don't be lacking

You out of bounds

You better know your place

My nigga P told me to kill this

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I sent it back cause I'm the realest

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We talking beef, then I'm gonna grill it

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Don't give a fuck bitch

You'gon get it

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I'm dumping trash bitch, you gonna feel it

Double the bag up, I'm gonna flip it

Empty the bag out

I'm gonna fill it

Empty that mag out

Niggas is limping

Niggas don't bang out

Niggas is women

I go Ang now, the way that I bend it

Let my chain hang out

And dare you to get it

Fuck what you claim now

Niggas is silly

Fuck what you heard what they said

Making this money I'm staking this bread

Fuck what you heard fuck what you said

A pussy go against me a nigga is dead

I heard some niggas talking foul, but we gon' stall them out

Until I'm fucking on this bitch, nut all in her mouth

See pussy nigga face to face, then I'ma call him out

Heard you really tried to cross me, who's the baller now?

Bitch I'm wavy, got two babies, still thugging out

So when I'm done, I hit two hundred and eighty, and I'm burning out

You get it

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Bitch you nice, fuck niggas

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Bitch

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GetCuddy bitch