Funky

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo] I ain't got time for bitches and nonsense, bout 19 [?] [?] [?] you out like the [?] Hundred bands, me and Seno riding [?] [?] hit a nigga 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, fuck any ho That pussy tighter than cookie clothes GG with them [?] in 'em [?] Got a truck with a Tommy in it Might fuck around, put a body in it In the sweet like ten hoes, if they don't fuck, I'm in the lobby with it Hit a nigga with that [?], that fuck shit, I don't tollerate it [?] [Chorus: Icewear Vezzo] Them [?], them hoes This bag, this shit This shit, them hoes This ice, my chain These rhyms, them hoes This bag, this shit This shit, them hoes This ice [Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo] [?] I can fuck that bitch anytime [?] me time, [?] I ain't tryna hear any lieing, any dime, nigga give me mine [?] get in line See them niggas at the finish line Want five bands just to spit a rhyme Another five, you bullshit 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 bitches through the living room Same plate, just a different spoon Drank day, make them bitches boom I'm eating good, like the kitchen full Keep the hood like the [?] [Chorus: Icewear Vezzo] Them [?], them hoes This bag, this shit This shit, them hoes This ice, my chain These rhyms, them hoes This bag, this shit This shit, 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 niggas stars right now And I got that blam blam, in the car right now Plus the bitch 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 niggas sell dope You come play with me, Imma throw you from the twelth floor Ain't nothing for free, fuck you think I need these scales for Shit real in these streets, even the niggas 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 shit This shit, them hoes This ice, my chain These rhyms, them hoes This bag, this shit This shit, them hoes This ice