Woot a Woot
ThaVinci
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Clips hang, sticks bang, man ain't shit changed Ain't shit switched, I'm rich, bitch, call me Rick James (Nah) Sick flames, I'm like Cass the way I spit game Honestly, I'm better than all of your top ten names (Hoooo) Fucked the game 'til I got her walking pigeon-toed Keep the Smiffen' chrome with the Scotty Pippen nose (Bah) Tippin' fo's, rippin' flows Lamborghini, liftin' do's My flow is dope, I'm flippin' O's I'm the king like Nip and Hov (Yuh) You ain't an army, y'all recruiting some bitches It's some real G's rapping, y'all saluting the snitches (Rats) You think you with the shits 'cause you accruing the riches, Stay with the goons in the trenches just hoping you get attention I keep the tools and the wrenches. I'm finna fix me a problem Shit, one thing about ThaVinci, I'mma get me that gualla (Bag) Cruise around the hood in a 60's Impala Working hard out here trying to make a penny a dollar You feel me Runnin' with the troops like the new recruit Knock the hustle, I'm be quick to let that Ruger shoot Why you actin' hard like I ain't went to school with you Homie, you ain't really with the woot a woot Runnin' shit on every track like some Puma shoes Fucked the game, in here hittin' Kama Sutra moves If it's 'bout paper, it ain't got nothing to do with you Nah, you ain't really with the woot a woot You ain't never copped a key, you don't flip packs You ain't never felt the kick-back when them sticks clap Homie, you don't grip macks Boy, you just get bitch smacked Big facts, trey pound, give your ass a six-pack Find me where the chicks at, I'm always trying to catch a play While you talkin' all that shit, I'm probably finna smash your bae No cap, I'm finna f*ck her after class today You want the smoke, that's a bet, I'm finna pass the jay I got married to the game, this the consummation I just do it respect, not the compensation But your boy be hella drippin' like it's condensation F*ck a star, I'm a motherfucking constellation Way I'm whippin', dominatrix in that all black Take the top off that bitch, undo the bra strap Raw rap, the shit you talk about is all cap Jaw tap finna leave you askin' where the laws at Aw Snap Runnin' with the troops like the new recruit Knock the hustle, I'm be quick to let that Ruger shoot Why you actin' hard like I ain't went to school with you Homie, you ain't really with the woot a woot Runnin' shit on every track like some Puma shoes Fucked the game, in here hittin' Kama Sutra moves If it's 'bout paper, it ain't got nothing to do with you Nah, you ain't really with the woot a woot You ain't really with the woot a woot Nah, you ain't really with the woot a woot Why you actin' hard like I ain't went to school with you Homie, you ain't really with the woot a woot You ain't really with the woot a woot Nah, you ain't really with the woot a woot If it's 'bout paper, it ain't got nothing to do with you Nah, you ain't really with the woot a woot (Nah)
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