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beef - vic spencer lyrics

[chorus: tree]
n*ggas been saying they ready, they ready, they ready, they ready
let’s get it
n*ggas been saying they ready, they ready, they ready, they ready
let’s get it
n*ggas been saying they ready, they ready, they ready, they ready
let’s get it
n*ggas been saying they ready, they ready, they ready, they ready
let’s get it

[verse 1: tree]
big chain, big wad, they ain’t trying to hear me [?]
big dreams, big bars, they ain’t finna give me none of it
then i’m finna get lost, cause they ain’t finna k!ll me for it
that sh*t be criss*crossed, if i ain’t go to prison for it
how you n*ggas get caught?
caught up in that living boy
my older on me told me don’t you entertain no lames
yeah i know they disrespect
yeah i know [?]
but misery needs company and these n*ggas just want to hang
so i be keeping the joint with me n*ggas be getting betrayed
i do take trips with me and my b*tch, we traveling on the road bro
me and my b*tch got a whole ‘nother b*tch
and a whole ‘nother b*tch that are yours bro
in puerto rico where the doors go [?]
been a cold n*gga since my momma pushed me out
i been a green n*gga then we moved down south
and then we moved out wow (d*mn)
moved all around and then we moved downtown
[chorus: tree]
n*ggas been saying they ready, they ready, they ready, they ready
let’s get it
n*ggas been saying they ready, they ready, they ready, they ready
let’s get it
n*ggas been saying they ready, they ready, they ready, they ready
let’s get it
n*ggas been saying they ready, they ready, they ready, they ready
let’s get it

[verse 2: vic spencer]
speed up the pace
breeze out the way
we got the cake
weed by the lake
i need my sp*ce
f*ck out my way
on my own route getting out of jams
with the bowl cooking yams
throwing up crooked hands
rakes n*gga
bake n*ggas, duct tape n*ggas
give them something to look at
take great pictures
feed landmines
never comprehend or understand mine
d*mn shines swinging from my neckpiece
lacing upp my sbs
blunt looking like the old school joe pesci
smoke your ass down if you let me
vacation with the jet ski
the grammys, the espys, on ebay
looking for my lady, some lingerie
n*ggas still slinging yay
getting paid, getting slain
bring the pain, you know my method man
i’m insane
time and time again
i’m on a flight with gin and the slightest grin
grind mode type of gems
i hold the rights to win n*gga
[chorus: tree]
n*ggas been saying they ready, they ready, they ready, they ready
let’s get it
n*ggas been saying they ready, they ready, they ready, they ready
let’s get it
n*ggas been saying they ready, they ready, they ready, they ready
let’s get it
n*ggas been saying they ready, they ready, they ready, they ready
let’s get it

- vic spencer lyrics

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