Lyrics:
kids keep meddlin'
If thug niggas go to heaven
Can I bring my medal in
You keeping the pole
Lay you down a lic
What you know
Gone grab a vic
Whippin O's
her in vip she a flip
Caz we at the top stuck
If I got her in the Vic then I hit
Caz we at the top stuck
Euphoria feeling me this what we gonna do
Yuh
Niheem, Lets talk
Mmm (Mmm, mmm)
Do the dash in the wraith when I go by (Vroom)
Yea
I call that shit Westbrook (Uh, huh) the way that it blow by
Catchin' vics, throwin' bricks, gettin' by bein' slick
Used to get high just to get by
Used to have to puff my L in the morning before I get fly
Ate
shielding my dick
Have baby by me baby these groupies they make me sick
My stick we don't restrict we get through thick like afro picks
It feels Vic's
Yo, Strictly
Observation Crew
Vic Da Lic
Yo, here we go
They finding these bodies, man, still hanging from some nooses
I'm eyeing bodies
over
Get me closer to sticky soaking women if the poker
This is the culture
Where we kiss the chocha
And if she know to get below the big derover
snoop crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be
The question is why the answer what makes
If you wants my opinion I tell you don't take x 2
Why...
(Smoothe Da Hustler)
Why is it hard for my words
no home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it
I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit
the
Truth
I got the juice juice juice juice run up a bag i add by 2
I got the juice no oj mj hit em with the pump fake when i gotta eat i need a whole plate
Breast not a ten but the bum is
AP she dont even know where my drum is
Bruck the ting back don't come if ya sluggish
No way, jeet and skeet by one ish
Slap
[Vic Santoro:]
Black Tux on a red carpet,
No backdrops, just waps tucked in a rare garment
You learn the best lessons when the worst happens
Just do
In the trap late night we was getting them bags in
Nigga play with my name turn his ass to a has been
Put my heart ina car if you play with the men
wanna be a vic'?
Waiting to send for me, that's when I leave a tip
They won't remember me, I've become deviant
It's like a lie to me, I can't believe this
snoop crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be
not even with her but she hit my phone and she asking for love
Vic asked if I missed her I told him nah know I've been moving along
My heart it was
Heartbreak Vic, this just my diary
Heartbreak Vic, this just my diary
I was born to Mack, hoe you ain't know?
If you don't, well ok now you know
Brella slid,
If he run then I go on a mission
You could get shot with your bitch
Like Leo I keep me a stitch
Dumping and tossing I feel like I'm Vic
Never out
that one spark comes along and new heights emerge for you to take your whiff
For those under exoteric notions
Denoted by the power of one man can leave
dubbin
Now worried backend & frontend we doubling
Gotta pay an admission if you want me clubin
If I walk in Ya spot Bitch you know I'm gone up it
If I
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
bye to me
I'm talented, niggas boring
Tell your bitch to say hi to me
Tell your bitch to say hi to me
If you mad you can fight with me
Niggas in they
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