Funky

[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