Lyrics:
a sweet lick, call it candy crush nigga
If I catch up with my vic, I ain't leaving nothing nigga
Bitch my money talks, your money stuck end of discussion
jealous of Vic
And Vic still jealous of me
But if you touch my brother
All that anti-violence shit goes out the window along with you
And the rest
stress
If you can give a fuck, then I can give fuck less
Obsessed with who I struck next so I set it for
Success when I spit cause the vic is my next
The Scos out spinning no matter the season, catch me a Vic , n add him to the stats
Kodak black, I turn to a gremlin, you mention bro name, they quick
[MM] Puffin those trees and leaves
[Pr] Comin with E and Vic's
[BR] You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light
[BR] Sittin up top
If Vic tell me get him, I'ma get Em
Who let the dogs out, I'ma Michael Vick em
Bitches be tough on bigo, but playin' Victim
You on my dick, Glorilla,
stuck in your own mental mind pit
31 un diagnosed years
I'm different,
Define normal
Just an authentic mind split
Simply Ddo not fit in
So what if im
Da na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
I be ridin' 24 with them batman doors (v.i.c)
I be ridin' 24
trees and leaves
[Pr] Comin with E and Vic's
[BR] You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light
[BR] Sittin up top of the world
[MM] Gettin
to niggas that act like wreck
When I flash the Tec and hit a nigga in his neck
With two slugs, blood is a sign of vic
And if his bitch wannna snitch she
'cuz you know my money long it full
i'm in this bitch stuntin' by the bar stuntin' keep
my woman like my cartilage jaw stuntin' if you cannot
finish you
Whole lotta them blunts with the loud shit
Whole lotta them punches when sound hit
Couldn't afford so I'm creeped out by Crown Vics
Never lost it so
fucked up already by
Purpin' off computers
If I take my mask off he won't have a future
You wanna survive you gotta maneuver
Your whole team hurting u
thought they’d hate it
Then writer’s block swooped down on me, so I had started making
Generic anthems fueled by lack of imagination
Then Bryan, told me
Vic's still jealous of me
But if you touch my brother
cll that anti-violence shit goes out the window along with you
cnd the rest of your team
Smoking
Man that shit off the dribble we catch him and finish'em
Im clipping my vic I ain't hitting no innocent
We down on the score board we tryna get up
Yea nigga I'm hood rich
Fucking with that dog food yea I feel like I'm Mike Vic
Wanted to hit da block sell dog food to get rich
Scrambling for my
the bitch off like a route ran by DeSean
I got the pass from Vic, not D-Wayde, still goin' up like LeBron
If you in the pass on the freeway, Mix the Tape up
I love you
We got bottles coming over by the dozen
I'm a business, baby let's go public
I'ma fuck around and get you in some trouble
If you,
made a deposit
Sound from the mic to the stereo conscience
Have a nice day on the way to the next one
You're doing okay if you can say that you had fun
(Vanness)
Even if the whole world denies you
It can't make me give you up
(Vanness & Ken)
Even if our past has nothing to prove it
I will stay by you
AT THE BELLAGIO ME & B-L-I -Z-O
THOUSAND DOLLAR CHIPS ONCE WE SEE YOUR BITCH ADIOS
SO FAR AHEAD YOU NIGGAS YOU ARE HARDLY CLOSE
WONDER IF DONNIE
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
have known the cost of it
Knew my love came with a pain and I still offered it
Seein' your weight loss, knowin' I'm the cause of it
If that ain't my
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