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+v3g3ta - dys davinci lyrics

[intro: lp rambo]
raaaaa
ha ha ha
aye, hm hm hm uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uhh uh uh
okay
uhhh huh
uh huh uh huh

[verse 1: lp rambo]
skrrrrrrrrrr
hop in that b*tch and i vanish
veli gon’ go off the planet
i’m with vegeta on namek, aye
i know that n*gga can’t stand me, aye
he see me he be like d*mn it, aye
i’m with my twin slamming rakes
(slam)
i’m on the moon, where is shoota
with them sorority b*tches, uh
i’m with my brother right or wrong i’m going to war! with them n*ggas, uh
pelle pelle coat on i’m always supporting them n*ggas, rrr
she should have swallowed you and if not that she should have aborted you n*gga
b*tch i’m a villain i f*ck up the mood and sh*t
sprite bottles all on the moon sh*t
fighting with shoota bout music sh*t
know that’s my brother we cool and sh*t
she wanna float on my body, aye
i wanna float on biscotti
it be just me vs the world like scottie
new opp, new smoke, new body
these n*ggas be tryna copy, these n*ggas they be too sloppy
i told my brother i got you, you got me
he just said veli and i know he got me
i’m at the teller i know that she got me
i need them racks, i need racks
and i can promise i said it like that
i get the cash and i’m headed right back
back on the moon with that cash in my hand
back in the moon you just won’t understand
my money growing, according to plan
hot and it’s snowing, according to plan
b*tch it’s young veli the man with a plan
yeah, man with a plan
started with pot and a pan
ended up not on this land
ended up higher then you, uh
i’m out of orbit with 2 cups
i’m getting called, it’s from shoota
i told him this sh*t was too much
i sent the verse to tex, then argue with bae cause why she upset
why she upset i’m up next
why you upset when i’m blessed
[verse 2: dys davinci]
wahhhh! i’m in that cayenne, tires they burn like the name
don’t deal with birds, canary the chain
ho, come with the perks, don’t come with the pain
irking my nerves, just reaching, complaining
come with a curse, i mean it, i hate it
come with a urge to leave somebody nameless
drive up the curb won’t leave without spraying
come with the bread, i’m dropping the wheat
feel like the lorax, truffle the tree
that boy’ll be dead in the trunk for free
white b*tch ones, a n*gga get creased
i be in the lab, geeked up but no breaking bad
if it’s beef, i’m keeping that tab
meet up at your grave when i crash
i’m on that jigga just rocking chinchilla
it’s hotter than hades, it cover the strap
touching them digits, just moving my figures
i got a manila that’s full of them bags
i’m just the realer, my ego get bigger
i look in the mirror and see it like that
i remember back when i couldn’t get features
they ask me for opens, i give ‘em the scr*ps
nowadays, i’m deep in my bag with no help so why would i ask
it was stages i couldn’t pass, now the stage is where i’ll be at
ain’t no nike, i sponsor the mags
i’m from the o, but i need me a rack
i miss a chance then i’ll get it back
how you get the racks? i did what i had to
[outro: dys davinci]
the f*ck

- dys davinci lyrics

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