Icewear Vezzo - Know the Difference (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Icewear Vezzo - Know the Difference (en) Lyrics
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New car, new chain, new
watch, new spot
Nigga hating, new opp,
new Glock, get shot
Cold water, make it lock
I went poor to make it out
I stayed by the governor house
I done found another route
Like her, she don't run her mouth
Plastic, but she still
let me slut her out
Money, I've been running through it
I can't wait to run into him
We gon' get on top of that
On his head just like a hat
I know niggas really rats
Where you niggas really at?
In the trenches giving back
Doing donuts in the 'Cat
Give my brodie them some racks
In real life, I'm really
that, I don't cap
Whenever I start the Aventador,
it go in neutral, I bought
a McLaren, it's moving
Them niggas ain't bust shit
they claim to be shooting
My network ain't public,
I know what I'm doing
Came over perfect, I ruined her makeup
I never bought her no Birkin or makeup
I bought that shit 'cause
I'm rich, dawg
All of y'all on my dick, get off
I'm really having, I don't
show what I'm doing
Never again will I show
who I'm screwing
I got a real bag, big tipper
(Iced Up Records)
I'm having real cash, that's
the difference
Nigga must think I really trust new
friends, never tell 'em my plans,
never show 'em my hand
Fuck I look like putting a ho over
my bands? I'd turn in my self
'fore I turn in my mans
Yeah, really been through hell
and back, hit the road, doubled
back to bless the fam
Crazy shit, niggas got they hands out,
but never lent a helping hand
Always been the same nigga, really living,
never had to flex for fans
Ask my hood, the only flexing
that I ever really did
was stretching bands
Street nigga, fuck the law, catching
cases just so we can catch a bag
In LA, code talk, told the plug
that I'm tryna catch a tan
Bust my charm, gotta
eat with my niggas
Got too many snakes, niggas
be in they feelings
I don't like rats, gotta
keep my distance
Nigga can't be victim,
so I keep my blicky
Yeah, sold dope, sold crack
Sold soap, sold rap
Bought Bentleys, bought 'em back
Put the 6 on the map
Nigga, I'm a co' yeah
I got a real bag, big tipper
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