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Icewear Vezzo The First 48 Lyrics English Translation

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The clock starts ticking the

Moment they are called

Whoever shot him in the back walked

Up on him and assassinated him

Got a gun man be careful

If they don't get a lead

In the first 48 hours

We need to get this girl

Yeah, first 48

Bitch, first 48

Ooh, first 48

I hit Hutch to cop new ice

Come back in forty-eight

Maybach truck, this bitch got pipes

Bitch cost two forty-eight

Shot fifty-two right out that chop

This bitch got forty-eight

Feds been hot, we open spots

Shut down in forty-eight

Fuck them boys

We send our opps right to them pearly gates

Baby FN this bitch has a Glock, look like a 38

for at least three pints a week

We drunk like forty-eight

Where I'm from, nah ain't shit sweet

Check the murder rate

Fuck a chop they come to switch

Bro caught a murder case

Check them Percs, they sellin' fent

This shit is a dirty game

Watch the mirrors, they trackin' cars

You better turn away

Niggas scammin' and play with dog

Gang 'nem servin' weight

Yeah, first 48

Bitch, first 48

Ooh, first 48

I done seen niggas turn to hoes

He tried to run away

Seen a real nigga play his role

Sorted to play it safe

Seen a street nigga turn legit

They let him get away

Then he told and got some shit

Gave dawg like 48

Don't reach for ice, we ain't just rappers

We get shit blown away

Two zips of ice, look like a pound

More we got blow and yay

Why them Glocks shoot like machines

Bitch switch like Coi Leray

Sold 'em karo, that ain't no lean

That shit got thrown away

Seen a rat bitch play two sides

Better know they fake

He got whacked from goin' live

Go put that phone away

Yeah, keep a strap from out of town

Pull up with 40 dragons

Don't be lackin', you out of bounds

You better know your place

Yeah, first 48 hm, first 48

Bitch, first 48 ooh, first 48

I hit Hutch to cop new ice

Come back in forty-eight

Maybach truck, this bitch got pipes

Bitch cost two forty-eight

Shot fifty-two right out that chop

Bitch got forty-eight

Feds been hot, we open spots

Shut down in forty-eight yeah, first 48

Hm, first 48 bitch, first 48

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