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what it's like (feat. pranaya) - vic august lyrics

top five living like i’m multi million
if i go crazy i’m a crossfire villain
we used to be sweet til my dawg started dealing

then we all grew up when the cash started hitting
yeah, f*cking off leeches
in malaysia only time i hit the g6
my circle smaller than it was when it was three kids
i’m too deep in this sh*t to give free d*ck

i got good at not taking advice
i know none of them know what it’s like
sick and tired of them feeding me lies
they’re not needed i leave em behind

three six suck a jigga d*ck or something
i got racks from radio something
walked out looking all peach or something
baby got back so i’m back for something

said f*ck my image and xxl
never needed no help did it by myself
i put food on the table with some sh*t that sells
so really ain’t sh*t change since it was christian bales
i could never be a motherf*cker customer
and if i’m wearing michael jordan then it’s customed up
and if your b*tch land in my lap then i’ma buss a nut
got a thug passion in me what the f*ck is up
giving em h*ll cos it’s all i know
lord knows i handle business in these envelopes
for those who ducked out on me when i was bouta go
you f*cked it up i got the game on dominos
told em vamanos

i got good at not taking advice
i know none of them know what it’s like
sick and tired of them feeding me lies
they’re not needed i leave em behind

three six suck a jigga d*ck or something
i got racks from radio something
walked out looking all peach or something
baby got back so i’m back for something

took a trip to the east now i stay here
it’s a pit you get cleaned with the spray here
took a b*tch to the sheets we don’t lay here
and the b*tch took a knee we don’t pray here
if you acting way outta line you gon *
run outta time we gon *
run in your side we gon play it out
run by my side or you *
running behind or you*
run back and say you barely made it out
yeah, lay it out with a plan of your choice
scary now we done made all that noise
we don’t * talk sh*t out raise your bet not your voice
i let * money talk i just heard it’s invoice

i got good at not taking advice
i know none of them know what it’s like
sick and tired of them feeding me lies
they’re not needed i leave em behind

three six suck a jigga d*ck or something
i got racks from radio something
walked out looking all peach or something
baby got back so i’m back for something

- vic august lyrics

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