VUE (feat. Reecey Reece)

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This for my town and my people and anyone who fucking with me
Made it home in a different zone
I never left ‘cause y’all been with me
Been a minute I been up in it ‘cause y’all know it’s my city
That’s great you can all hate
They all know our girls pretty
Okay, yeah, this is what we gonna’ do
I’m in beast mode by the way I keep on running through
Ballin’ with my crew
We don’t even need to shoot
Playing gooney tunes with Reecey Reecey we from the VUE (Uh)
Yeah, we from the VUE
Little bitch we from the VUE (Uh)
If we going there then little shorty coming too
Got a couple views
Damn we got a couple views
Trynna make it big like CNN we breaking news
(Uh)
Yeah, you know we trynna make a wave
So you can get up out my way
For all of my homies I will spray
Don’t play with me today is not the day
Yeah, you know we trynna make a wave aye
So you can get up out my way
For all of my homies I will spray aye
Don’t play with me today is not the day
Yeah, you know you always high you always rollin’
Just be joking with yo bro’s and left a couple hoes on open
I ain’t sober I just drunk a bottle went got my diploma
After that, life was shit, seen my daddy in a comma (Uh)
Yeah, we just a couple killers coming from the south
Treat that hoe just like a restaurant the way I’m in and out
Bunch of Bellevue boys go crazy yeah, they gonna’ walk you down
Bunch of Bellevue boys they gonna walk you down
From the jungle black and yellow
Ain’t no bumble guns like Rambo
Don’t believe me see the barrel
Got that Trip on my apparel
Got some hawks just like I’m Carrol
Got more Disney then the channel
Come around like I was annual
Got more pattern then a flannel
Yeah, I ain’t no baller but I still know how to shoot
I’m from Bellevue yeah, but we still ain’t seen no view
I’m twenty one still feel some far from twenty two
I’m changing for the better never changing on my crew
I was number two when I was in high school
And I, graduated momma said I was a fool
And I, don’t lose like I keep a paddle too
Keep a five in my wrist cause I always miss my dude
Aye
Aye
Reecey Reece get it
Big steppers Bellevue niggas do it better
Don’t be jealous getting hoes like I’m Hugh Hefner
I’m with some tigers crunch time we under pressure
Change the rain you don’t need no umbrella
Broke at heart I still ain’t no sad fella
I f*ck a thot her legs in the air propellers
These clips hang like my nuts up in hot weather
I got my own drip it’s not no trend setter
Rounds ring out but no this ain’t no boxing match
I give her dick and now she don’t know how to act (Gang, gang)
That booty bouncing back
She just yeah, wanna’ count my racks
These pumps gonna’ hit your chest
But boy this ain’t no heart attack
Told Trip to hit the gas you can tell he Rogered that
She said she likes it deep I had to Aaron Rodgers that (Gang, gang)
Bitch, gang, gang
F*ck you talking bout bitch, gang

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