Icewear Vezzo – Royals Lyrics

Royals – Icewear Vezzo Lyrics

(Royal House on the beat)

Yeah, I'm in the Royal House 'cause we royal

Yeah

Ayy, yeah

Ridin' in the Rover, next day a chauffeur

Lost a lot of love for niggas, got the cold shoulder

Countin' in the 'Rari, ridin' 'round with Roger

That bitch ain't nothin', dog, I hit her and I dodged her

She look just like an angel, but a devil in that Parada

She would never talk to you, you only had a hundred thousand

I touched down in that Maybach coupe, be on arrival

Came a long way from the struggle, it was all about survival

Ballin' on my rivals, sold it off the high low

Never lied once with my right hand on the Biblе

Never slipped oncе even though I had my eyes low

Didn't watch basketball, the dope man was my idol

Ridin' 'round, curtains up, Maybach coupe

Street nigga out the mud, never changed my roots

I don't know why these niggas hate on me

'Cause, nigga, I'll never go and hate on you

wrist, ain't a nigga gave me shit

Big stones, colors, love to play them alphabets

Went from rags to riches, I was made to have it lit

Fuck the haters and the opps, you know that K'll rattle shit

Yeah, Bal Harbour shoppin', Louis connoisseur

Half a ticket in my bag, buy her Pucci if she screwin'

We standing in the way, we tell them boys they gotta move it

Let the bosses make decisions, send the workers to get juices

Pour it by the fours, Rollie caught a cold

Draco sitting in the closet, extra cartridge by the stove

Can put a nigga on and get him offed, he playing roles

Got a big old turkey bag full of muffins for the lows, nigga

Ridin' 'round, curtains up, Maybach coupe

Street nigga out the mud, never changed my roots

I don't know why these niggas hate on me

'Cause, nigga, I'll never go and hate on you

Ridin' 'round, curtains up, Maybach coupe

Street nigga out the mud, never changed my roots

I don't know why these niggas hate on me

'Cause, nigga, I'll never go and hate on you

Rollie full of pasta, thuggin' like we mobsters

'Bows full of rasta, get the roster straight from doctors

Turn it up yourself, can't be countin' niggas' pockets

a hundred thousand, put the 'Rari truck on

Ridin' 'round, curtains up, Maybach coupe

Street nigga out the mud, never changed my roots

I don't know why these niggas hate on me

'Cause, nigga, I'll never go and hate on you

Ridin' 'round, curtains up, Maybach coupe

Street nigga out the mud, never changed my roots

I don't know why these niggas hate on me

'Cause, nigga, I'll never go and hate on you