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vixen - tle cinco lyrics

[intro]
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[chorus]
off of this sh-t, i swear i made a k!lling
hop out double cup, what you sippin’? ayy
pull out the ar, cook beef like a kitchen
police treat the gang like some villains
they know i’m numb to the pain, and no, ain’t got no feelings
leave his sh-t stank like some chitterlings (let’s go)
these n-ggas really be broke, and they can’t even fix it
my b-tch so bad, the b-tch look like a vixen
perc’ got me numb, give a f-ck if they feeling me
not chasing hoes, waste of energy
i keep the k on my side, treat this b-tch like my mini-me
if i ain’t rich, then i’m finna be
and if it’s beef, we gon’ crawl in your gr-ss like a centipede
i had to turn this sh-t up, they wasn’t hearin’ me
you want a feat’, then you better send the cash ‘fore you send a beat
smokin’ exotic, no ten a g

[verse 1]
i keep the strap and i’m poppin’ off first, ain’t no k!llin’ me
before alphabet, b-tch, i been a g
if i pop out with this stick and y’all deep, then i’m k!llin’ three
i’m high as f-ck like a ceiling be
spin with the doors off, we shoot out the roof of the rental, g
f-ck tsl, b-tch, i’m tle (let’s go)
and b-tch, i’m cold with that mic and that glock like my feelings be
ain’t got the change for a verse, n-gga, send a p, is you hearin’ me?
k got the scope and the knife on it
g.o.a.t. in the booth with no pad or no pencil, i don’t write, homie
diamonds moonwalk, they gon’ dance when the lights on me
i’m throwin’ cash like it’s rice on me (let’s go)
we get to slidin’ out wraiths, just might spin on a bike on ’em
brand new glock got your life on it (let’s go)
n-ggas be high in the spot, get the drop, spend the night on ’em
we havin’ sticks like a hike on ’em (let’s go)

[chorus]
off of this sh-t, i swear i made a k!lling
hop out double cup, what you sippin’? ayy
pull up the chopper, cook sh-t like a kitchen
police treat the gang like some villains
they know i’m numb to the pain, and no, ain’t got no feelings
leave his sh-t stank like some chitterlings (let’s go)
these n-ggas really be broke, and they can’t even fix it
my b-tch so bad, the b-tch look like a vixen (let’s go)
perc’ got me numb, give a f-ck if they feeling me
not chasing hoes, waste of energy
i keep the k on my side, treat this b-tch like my mini-me
if i ain’t rich, then i’m finna be
and if it’s beef, we gon’ crawl in your gr-ss like a centipede
i had to turn this sh-t up, they wasn’t hearin’ me
you want a feat’, then you better send the cash ‘fore you send a beat
smokin’ exotic, no ten a g

[verse 2]
try to rob me, n-gga, swear i’ll be d-mned
you better have a change of plans, ayy
racks in my pants and they makin’ me sag
designer, i don’t do the vans
we might just spin out the coupe or the truck or the van
i get the beam with the drum like a band
they know i take everything and i take all my chances
chiefing on opps like you kansas
and i draw down with that glock like i’m paint on the canvas
in five months, finessed the whole campus (on god)
then i dropped out and i got on the mic and i ranned it
then bought some chills, they can’t stand me (on god)
i drop an opp quicker than an opp b-tch drop her panties
focused off percs, got me staring (let’s go)
then we go spin an opp block in the low-key camry
catch an opp like jarvis landry and i’m sprayin’ him

[chorus]
off of this sh-t, i swear i made a k!lling
hop out double cup, what you sippin’? ayy
pull up the chopper, cook sh-t like a kitchen
police treat the gang like some villains
they know i’m numb to the pain, and no, ain’t got no feelings
leave his sh-t stank like some chitterlings
these n-ggas really be broke, and they can’t even fix it
my b-tch so bad, the b-tch look like a vixen
perc’ got me numb, give a f-ck if they feeling me
not chasing hoes, waste of energy
i keep the k on my side, treat this b-tch like my mini-me
if i ain’t rich, then i’m finna be
and if it’s beef, we gon’ crawl in your gr-ss like a centipede
i had to turn this sh-t up, they wasn’t hearin’ me
you want a feat’, then you better send the cash ‘fore you send a beat
smokin’ exotic, no ten a g (let’s go)

[outro]
feeling me, ayy
good luck on k!lling me, ayy
feeling me, ayy
and i shoot first, good luck on k!lling me
crawl in your gr-ss like a centipede, ayy
f-ck tsl, b-tch, i’m tle
these n-ggas know what it really be
i get to spinnin’ out wraiths, we be spinnin’ with mini-mes

- tle cinco lyrics

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