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• Artiste: Icewear Vezzo
• Titre: Cake And Rice
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Bitch, I got money, bitch I got money, bitch I got money, bitch I got money, bitch Fuck you mean? I got motherfuckin' money, nigga Fifty thousand fallin' out my pants, it's too sloppy (Fifty) I put extra water on my hand 'cause I'm too cocky (Bitch) Forty on me, when I make salat, I'm with my akhi (Yeah) Drop the top on double-R, my Spanish ho, she call me papi, huh Pull up in a Ghost, hit the dash, we takin' flight (Hmm) I keep pourin' lean, so I get stomachaches at night, huh Vacheron look stupid, white and brown, it's cake and rice I miss trappin' day and night, was gettin' Act' at eight a pint (Eight hundred) Forgis on the toes, yellow 'Vette look like mustard (Mustard) I slap a bitch with a stack, ho, you nothin' Forty-seven on the plain presi', this a Trumper (Trump) Got a quarter million sittin' on my plate, this my supper (Ooh) Yeah, we don't know the price, fuck it, put a tag on it (A tag) Used to put my hands on 'em, now we puttin' bags on 'em Took two hundred to jeweler, told him put a Lam' on me Walter White with that ice'll cook it in a lab, won't it? Bring it to the meet and greet, that's how he get his pack took Cybertruck look like the future, feel like I drive a Macbook Her whole city think we fucked, them bitches in the Nap cooked I can really mix two chunks, spin it 'til the pack shook (Spin it) Fifty thousand fallin' out my pants, it's too sloppy (Fifty) I put extra water on my hand 'cause I'm too cocky (Bitch) Forty on me, when I make salat, I'm with my akhi (Yeah) Drop the top on double-R, my Spanish ho, she call me papi, huh Pull up in a Ghost, hit the dash, we takin' flight (Hmm) I keep pourin' lean, so I get stomachaches at night, huh Vacheron look stupid, white and brown, it's cake and rice I miss trappin' day and night, was gettin' Act' at eight a pint (Eight hundred)