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best friend + - justvigi lyrics

(verse 1: zai)

look at the mic, that sh*t daring me
i’ma couple words from therapy
y’all isn’t hearing me
i been taking so much loss i’m beggin to the lord there gotta be a reason

i can’t deal with too much struggle, thought this sh*t was easy
i just lost my n*gga, think this sh*t will teach me
well i go figure, a n*gga still cryin’ through the breaches

i done went two time with shorty
i pop out, good morning
i say salutations before i go pop
i came with a .40
i rev the delorean, i don’t need paper b*tch i hit the lot’
b*tch you hear what i said?
hoe you ain’t special i’ma leave you on read
if i catch yo’ n*gga lackin’ at my housе
i won’t have a doubt to whip out the lead

(vеrse 2: justvigi)

i’m gon’, whip out the lead
i grip me the chrome, that sh*t to yo’ dome
i got ‘em relapse
what’s goin’ on? i re*route yo phone
nah, it’s just yo shawty yeah, she won’t text back
shoutout to zai, nah you on f*ck sh*t
i’m on that me sh*t, dont give a f*ck bout that he sh*t
pull up bow, now he off the map
‘cause i put him on the t sh*t
hit in and out of the studio
i distance myself, i’m not cool with hoes
i shoot to the head i don’t deal with toes
zai in the function, we sippin’ 4’s
heat on my lap ‘cause the winter close
shooter explosive we talkin’ mozze
if i walk up into the function
i pull out the stick got ‘em doin’ pose

(verse 3: zai & justvigi)

i f*ck around get me a mic in my city
then spend it on my friends
n*gga my best friend this mic
so i’m spending double on this sh*t i’m finna win
(n*gga, we goin up)

pull up with the glockman, gun jam stacy
i’m taking off ya’ dome, that’s upped my k/d
that video of ya’ girl she take it crazy
stephen up pole, no ifs or maybes (b*tch)

shoutout to luca and shoutout to chu
got ‘em turnin’ purple, pink to blue
yo’ girl left none, resembling buu
when i’m sayin’ twin referring to two
so i got twin hoes, i got twin glocks
and i got twin shooters who takin’ you out

i got a glock okay
talkin’ that sh*t but he quiet when he met the mop okay
you don’t wanna speak cause vigi shoot a glock today
bullets so far down your abdomen they gon’ operate
on yo body, you a b*tch, huh
i’m too f*ckin pent up

(outro: zai)

who the f*ck in the underground?
do it like me, i can sing like a god and then rip you
keep my versatility concealed
i done whipped up like 3 albums in a couple months
all you n*ggas grunts, put you in a halo show a n*gga wassup
feel like tecca n*ggas ran out of luck
keep a pencil i could end like any of you n*ggas in seconds if i gave a f*ck

- justvigi lyrics

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