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vendetta - vaunn1k lyrics

[intro]
they say that i’m tired cuh
[???]
man f*ck all that

[verse]
sh*t get it wicked (okay!)
family turned on me they hate that i’m winnin’ (win)
i thank god it happened before i got millions(yep)
i tried to go d1 i got a new vision, these n*ggas be hatin’ but f*ck all that dissin’ (talk all you want)
grab you a pole, wipe his nose, then go fish him (come here!)
b*tch it’s 1k you can sit back and listen (i can)
me and my n*ggas get money on missions
y’all ain’t outside y’all be looking for b*tches
was taught to get money and after that b*tches (gangway)
balling like spadlin’, shoot rodman no dennis (dunk)
check out my t**th i just went to the dentist, (check me out n*gga i got paper!) that’s why they made but this sh*t is not given
go to the studio [???] yo lyrics (cap)
and after that you might find you a rhythm
just call up yo grandma i know her addiction, give her what she want then go back to the kitchen
big arp blow at night it get vicious (beam)
shoot at his back then that n*gga start snitchin’
boy you a lil’ boy you not competition, before you come out need yo momma permission (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
f*ck on his b*tch in her favorite position (come here), she eating my kids i just gave her nutrition
heard it got took they don’t know who the witness, that n*gga ain’t street cause that sh*t look suspicious (lil’ boy you a b*tch)
talk to my brother, you n*ggas be missin’
i wanna f*ck, i cannot do no kissing
still [???] i be shooting from distant
i up and i pop you, just make a decision
after i wack i start the ignition, police coming hot you ain’t taking the children
hit the e*brake in a honda [???], just might make you wrap it then call me a villain (gone)
bad b*tch was gone switch up, big bro had the feeling
we get in the paper [???]
roll up a runtz, two deep and let’s get fried
we was four deep, they was never outside (four deep)
start talking ‘bout cappers he wear calvin klein
this summer on bumpers still gripping the tires
rocking my mac, my thumper on the side
hop out, ars gonna sing like the choir
just shut up and pull up, you know we outside
all of that dissin’ and you never slide (pull up)
shoot at my car, got no thumper you tried
when i bounce outta here he just pulled out the nine
draco my bonnie they calling me clyde
my n*ggas been seekin’ they went out to hide
i got twin brothers they named ron and crime
i f*cked on his b*tch then he said it on live

(outro)
ha, ha, ha, ha
lol

- vaunn1k lyrics

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