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vacation - bas lyrics

she f–k ‘wit the team cause she love her some ballers
opportunity rings and i’m finna call her
got a backpack cause i don’t know where i’ll be tomorrow
i’m blowin’ up spots b-tch i got heat, i used to have quaps
that’s a quarter on the block, f–k the cops
that’s the order from a boss, march on the court
house donors on the lawn, tell ’em that we miss trayvon
mean it sincerely, vision not 20/20 but i see through ya sh-t clearly
tv couldn’t really impair me, fear tactics don’t scare me
don’t need no designer clothes but i’ll take them designer drugs
need a different kind of love, aladdin love jasmine
me i’d rather fly the rug

i just wanna smoke in peace, ride through the open streets
i love my city and will do court but beefs claim lives like the open sea, i still love my city, if i die, i couldn’t find a better location
i don’t go on vacation, i don’t go on vacation

unofficial, off the record, it’s impressive, what you done to me
mr. hilton, mr. westend, but i f–k her like the doubletree
lord, i am just a 2 legged dog, everything i do for my dawgs
take another step and we will teach a lesson
paramedics do get involved
everybody in ya crew is a fraud, everybody in my crew is a boss
cause everyone agree you ain’t gettin’ sh-t for free
boy you gotta pay ya dues to the cause
all them hoes choosin’ and hawkin’
it’s my house take ya shoes when you walk in
and these hoes make appointments now
me and my city like christopher walken

vacation, my vision is so clear, my vision is so clear

n-gg- so off couldn’t hit a tee-ball
and you a grown n-gg- like 6 feet tall
walked the line and he got chalked, ball so hard that he got lost
look at that lead on the wall, all of my team gonna ball
we gon’ leave 3hun of y’all, lookin’ neanderthals
that look like y’all ‘fore a n-gg- evolved

hope not, hit her with the dope d-ck and my crib’s the dope spot
i ain’t got time for appointments that don’t flock
and b-tches that come back to my crib and don’t pop
and n-gg-s that smoke all my sh-t and don’t cop
i see you m-th-f–kas

my vision is so clear, i see you motherf–kers
my vision is so clear(x4)

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