terry crews - vic august lyrics
(pre*hook * vic august)
back to back i’m too consistent
left these boys with true religion
me i don’t do euphemisms
if i’m with the crew lifted
said f*ck the pen i’m too s*d*stic
and i feel i’m more truthful with this * swag
ringer on jet still my eye on the * bag
going on bets still boy i’m on your * *rs*
f*cked a b*tch she was media trained i musta skipped a * class
who put a purse on you
(hook * vic august)
who let it work on you
who did it first on you
just pay your dues b*tch
promise this ain’t dirt on your name or your shoes b*tch
walk outside this room i might booked it you lose b*tch
nowadays i f*ck off these drugs on masseuses
and i do a lot lot lot terry crews b*tch
and i f*ck a lot lot lot in my crew fit
bwoy dem wanna talk talk talk i don’t do this
boy you know you not this hot
(verse 1 * vic august)
send it to me on rock
f*ck round blew the safe on a b*tch
i met once in the vip
i won’t do this again
who the f*ck can i kid
i put more on your bestie and leave with a kid
pocket watching b*tches in the club
form a line to where the bottles pop
diamonds in the cup
and this b*tch on suicidal talk do you know where you are
tryna knock me off my focus do you think i give a f*ck
i’ma f*ck a baby mama i feel savage
thought i was doing something crazy but i had this
ig models in here playing who to catfish
let her come up here i take off like aladdin
(pre*hook * vic august)
back to back i’m too consistent
left these boys with true religion
me i don’t do euphemisms
if i’m with the crew lifted
said f*ck the pen i’m too s*d*stic
and i feel i’m more truthful with this * swag
ringer on jet still my eye on the * bag
going on bets still boy i’m on your * *rs*
f*cked a b*tch she was media trained i musta skipped a * class
who put a purse on you
(hook * vic august)
who let it work on you
who did it first on you
just pay your dues b*tch
promise this ain’t dirt on your name or your shoes b*tch
walk outside this room i might booked it you lose b*tch
nowadays i f*ck off these drugs on masseuses
and i do a lot lot lot terry crews b*tch
and i f*ck a lot lot lot in my crew fit
bwoy dem wanna talk talk talk i don’t do this
boy you know you not this hot
(verse 2 * zac flewids)
i ain’t f*ck no white chick since last march
my agent come and scoop me in a million dollar car
santa monica to calabasas like a dart
sipping on the light when we meet up in the dark
shawty give that head she been tryna get me smart
cloudy with a chance of a broke*ass heart
in the soul plane got a cocaine cart
sniff it til we bl**dy in the bodega
pull up with the model and she rocked up in the sheets
pray to the madonna when she drop it to her knees
the lubrication tingle like we f*ckin through some bees
pull up and nut in her raw, figure it out in the car
get her the pill in the morn, did it a milly before
pull up and nut in her raw, figure it out in the car
get her the pill in the morn, did it a milly before
(hook * vic august)
who let it work on you
who did it first on you
just pay your dues b*tch
promise this ain’t dirt on your name or your shoes b*tch
walk outside this room i might booked it you lose b*tch
nowadays i f*ck off these drugs on masseuses
and i do a lot lot lot terry crews b*tch
and i f*ck a lot lot lot in my crew fit
bwoy dem wanna talk talk talk i don’t do this
boy you know you not this hot
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