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Icewear Vezzo- One Time ft Jeezy (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Icewear Vezzo
Icewear Vezzo
Vocals
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chivez Smith
Chivez Smith
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Anthony Mathis
Anthony Mathis
Composer
Tyree Simmons
Tyree Simmons
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Antt Beatz
Antt Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah
One thing you **** could never count
Is how many classics I got under my belt
Hahaha (one time)
Try me
(Bitch, you know ant did the beat)
I ain't no bitch, I ain't no ho, I ain't no rat, none of that
Bro, fuck that cat, we pull a strap
Don't get caught lackin', double back
These ****' hoes, I said they finished
We had a bag and fumbled that
I ain't been the same since they locked me u
I just want my brother back
I tell no lies, fuck the down, risk my life, the flag for life
Been through some shit, I'm blessed for life
But still got pain inside 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. Chi's
I'm with felons, ain't no **** gave me shit except my sellers
The streets been dead, it's too much tellin'
I turned up with all my felon
I shed blood, sweat and tears, for all this shit, I need my blessings
Roley bustin', been dancin', play for keys
That's how we steppin', yeah
One time for all the **** that's trappin' (that's trappin')
Two times for all the **** that's flexin' (yeah)
Middle finger to the pussy **** that's tellin' (fuck 'em)
Three times for the real **** in heaven (all real ****)
And four times for the bad bitches that's steppin'
(All the bad bitches, snowman)
Fi-fi-five times for them ****
Out here really gettin' it (gettin' it)
Six times for them **** 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
You come to talk, you **** know who the champ
The shit gon' jump out the jam and you can tell 'bout a stamp
Wanna know what color it is and you can tell when it's stamped
Y'all gone foul with the draw, the knight stand by the land
Yeah, call-call of duty shit, winnin' time
Ain't runnin' from nothin', but some fair time
J hit my other phone, that my bread-line
Have my money three day, that the deadline
Gray tape, I'ma have my Coca Cola **** (coca cola ****)
Got the green and the white bipolar **** (yeah)
So many fold in the babies, need a stroller **** (woo)
Duffle bags so heavy, need a shoulder ****
Escalate dope panels, holdin' fifty
Pyrex vision bowl, livin' sticky
Guess who got the lowest numbers in the city? (Who?)
Snow, run this motherfucker like I'm Diddy (yeah)
One time for all the **** that's trappin' (that's trappin')
Two times for all the **** that's flexin' (yeah)
Middle finger to the pussy **** that's tellin' (fuck 'em)
Three times for the real **** in heaven (all real ****)
And four times for the bad bitches that's steppin'
(All the bad bitches)
Fi-fi-five times for them ****
Out here really gettin' it (gettin' it)
Six times for them **** 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
This ain't no sesame street
Call me count Dmdramula (dramatic ****)
Hahaha
You **** can't fuck with me
Written by: Anthony Mathis, Chivez Smith, Jay Jenkins, Tyree Simmons
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