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no more what ifs - just vigi lyrics

verse 1: justvigi

imma magnet, with a bad b*tch
i move right
p*ssy boy tryna start sh*t
i do not fight nice
i might bite, that glocky hit you like mike ty’
zai really callin’ that hoe uptight
i want that hoe gone, straight out of my sight

two twin glocks on me like a h0m*s*xual man
talkin that sh*t, sayin you up
lil b*tch, i do not see not any fans
she say i’m up, i quote her sayin vigi is the man
actin clueless he tryna fight
but his ass ain’t got no f*ckin plan
pull up with a glock, like a cheat code
that boy he be actin like he sneako
b*tch at my crib she gon’ deepthroat
and you know that hoe eatin good
she gon’ eat though
eat though, i’m lethal
i’m rockin’ a cape, no hero
i’m stressin’ em’ out on keto
i pull up my body a nino (nina???)

left yo’ hoе like speechless
i’m strappin’ up, cause’ you gon’ meet this
a callin’ card causе you gon’ read this
ain’t showin’ a hoe cause she gon’ leak this

leave a hole up in your brain
leave you dead as f*ck
your shawty she a treesh, she a hoe
cause’ she like it rough
and we do not f*ck witchyu’
better know cause i’m go’n keep it tuck
she gon’ slide into the dm’s, i know she tryna suck

vision my *rs*ne gon’ see it today
i’m gon’ hit today
izanagi my glock, it gon’ spray away
like a monster, he gon’ fade away
how many hoes? like 10 a day
deposite my money a better a day
you’s a fantasy a anime
yo b*tch on d*ck, get f*cked today
verse 2: zai

stretch a cheque n*gga, i let bands twerk
like her ex n*gga i’m on bad terms
you can hear the .wav
of a n*gga of clappin’ on her ass
imma get you mad first

i know i sound nice, it come with at price
you n*ggas better send me a dono’
a n*gga wan’ fight, i play with his life
stab him up in the back like gojo
you send a bad verse, make my back hurt
n*ggas see yo name they like “oh no!”
choppa go bang, frizz you up like frodo
i got the range, hit you wit a uh*

(run a n*gga sack)
(on bro, we finna get that n*gga back)
n*gga pull up, he got hit with a gat (ay, ay)

imma put you in a blunt
shorty stay talkin’, shaking up the rump
i stay ballin’, rockin’ wit you grunts
bet you don’t know that i don’t give a f*ck
hop on the beat lil baby, goin nuts
huh, godd*mn
slow down, i am that hoe now
i came wit’ big caliber, ay (yuh, yuh, yuh)
whole gang on the road now
we can get so down
i’m ballin’ out, like masquerade

underground, we emanc*p*te
she like me, i’m immaculate
i’m in books, i am smart
i could pull a choppa right off of my pencil case
in yo’ hood, walmart
caught you up in aisle 7, got to mac to spray (‘pray, ‘pray, pray’)
you get smoked like a cart
pull up in a maserati, we gon’ end your day
fah (fah)

verse 3: mbrk

pull up me and vigi on yo block
tote beams, zai type sight got bright dreams
with yo baby momma sippin’ hi*c
hah, not wock

her dropbox, what we found
shawty not your girl, been around town
on your caldesac, like surround sound
big beams at yo’ top

ice spice, b*tch just wanna rock like
she a baddy but not even my type
wanna come around i could do her right
ask bout her day, i’m the highlight

wait, yo
i got that sh*t on like the pope
imma civvie i don’t keep me no pole
i cannot f*ck with these hoes and wh0res
work on my craft so it open doors
cup runneth, b*tch i over pour

ha, i over pour, i’m in a porche
we on yo porch, she gave a tour
she wanted more, said no of course

i dont*, i dont be*
i don’t be moving like that, bruh

- just vigi lyrics

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