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20 flights to paris - vic spencer lyrics

[intro]
yeah
it’s your boy vic [?] now n*gga
simple and plain
and we on a plane to the mother f*cking paris
sh*t come from the brain for real
you can’t freestyle n*gga you can’t do that in the booth

[verse]
k!lling sh*t consecutively
equity double when i’m upping the fees
ain’t n0body touching the v
luckily for them they’re gonna die in peace, they r.i.p
v*i*c ill with the sh*ts, forget how you n*ggas live
because i’m coming to peel up your sh*t
(let’s go vic)
knowing that i’m dealing with sh*t
the cards been dealt when it’s appealing to chicks
she already seen what this n*gga ‘bout to do and what he done in his past life
all these n*ggas half right
i don’t really give no f*ck, i’m past the night
i’m up in the morning, like my pipe
going outside tomorrow and tonight
got the gun on me and the knife
n*ggas wanna take flight you really be up there
got some lil n*ggas that’ll snuff you for bus fare
[?]
f*ck outta here
first mother f*cking rapper to snuff out a deer
sh*t
stranger thangs when i bring the thing
inside of the club n*gga what’s up (what’s up)
they didn’t put me down ‘cause i’m that other f*cker (that’s right)
n*ggas need raps, they need to shut the f*ck up
(get the f*ck out of here dog)
i know the difference between needs and wants (yeah)
i ain’t the type of rapper that be needing points
or upscore, i know what for (what for dog?)
came by myself and i had plus four
(yous a smart mother f*cker dog)
lucrative s*x tape
she told me she got the gob, that’s great
escape to great lake
got real high in the bubble, rainbows in the [?]
she gave me head, i called it a huddle
thick muzzle on the ss jet plane
the sh*t was the sauciest
(you was up there)
fall off a cliff (d*mn)
pink shoe looking like it was soft as a cl*t
final looked like l!cked jolly ranchers
her head was taffy apple
never seen a three*liter snapple bottle (d*mn)
that’s me when i’m talking about her legs (sh*t)
n*ggas got bullets n*gga compare me to that
oe of ones, god d*mn, i’m rarer than that (you fresh)
ahead of the rest, don’t remind me of it
dirty dozen f*ck it i’m b*tter loving
works for suckers so punch your numbers f*cker
[outro]
woo you spoke fire right now dog, you gotta stop that sh*t
that sh*t is nuts
[?]
see i knew you was still here for the [?]
[?]
and you got all your weed from us
not we get your weed from you
because we stole your sh*t n*gga

- vic spencer lyrics

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