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tripping blvd - vic spencer lyrics

[intro]
uh
we gon’ find you
gon’ get you n*gga
uh
gon’ get you mother f*cker
not f*cking around we in rehearsal
they gon’ run, we gon’ find you yeah
they gon’ run, we gon’ find you yeah

[verse 1 vic spencer]
hey
you’re god d*mn f*cking right
it’s gonna be a lucky night
crazy how making moves shaking rules
n*ggas be jocking my style, they can’t relate to dude
castaway make you go to the lake for food
difference tatted on my arm, it’s my handwriting
i’m larger in the amounts, the ounce banded
on the couch lamping
i put your life in an army jacket
dress to real to call mе ratchet (babe)
nevеr lacking, i’m packing good ammunition
sitting in kitchens wishing some b*tches was on the dishes
rappers be wanting to be mad at me so that they can record disses
i’m just being real with you n*ggas
the end result is me on a flight, no worries at all
i don’t flee the scene, no need for surgery dog
emergency calls, you won’t be hit for that
maybe i’m tripping man i should be getting rid of cats (yeah)
i ain’t down with the pitty pat, cut the chitty chat, i’ll split your back
n*gga old as f*ck and everything still intact
here i get on track like the red line at howard
the social coward, browsing my sites for man power
look at the guys only once, still remember their face (yup)
then next year i’m going to injure their face
i may be tripping, i ain’t slipping, i’m sipping the bigger goose cup
big leadership, you ain’t got to choose us
b*tch
[verse 2: vic spencer]
insinuating and thinking i’m not accomplishing
you must be out of your mind i put my life on the pine
i’m at the free throw line commuting crime
the soul is in line and time is all mine
the earth wanna be my baby momma
i’m too cool to be dealing with lady drama
ugly ass rappers be looking like baby llamas
i need digits that include eighty commas
the war is on because i’m still at is
i look good to be ratchet but i stay in the hood
hang with the gang
we don’t ever smoke backwoods
some of my n*ggas do
f*ck it we gon’ roll them sh*ts too
don’t pass them to me actually i’m just lamping
i be tripping a lot i need counseling
everyday i’m on a mission for greatness
i’m on a whole other plateau i’m not dissing the haters
rappers love mentioning vic spencer
uh
the winner is never a beginner [?]
rappers is lemon pepper, your raps straight up splinter
i heard every joke boy you’re never offenders
never fell down so i never had to get up
i’m blessed in my sleep to be alive
i [?]
i [?] 85 large
[chorus: kandice nichol]
i never had a l*l*love like this
got to be written, got to be divine
because you lift me up on high

[verse 2: kandice nichol]
i don’t know where i would be, where i would go
somewhere in a different time, a different flow
on another level but we still close
if i give up on you at least i’ll let you know
see i’m about my money and respect with the loyalty
you about the hoes, playing games and you run the streets
i’m really into you but i’m f*cking obsessed with me
if i can’t have it all then i’ll remain just a memory
i’m constantly reflecting on the past and what we had
tired of being rejected, like usher you got it bad for me
but that’s your fault, i offered everything
you lost the best you ever had, i’m a f*cking queen
but back to the basics
f*ck it i made it through
scream hallelujah so glad that i’m through with you
yeah i had to vent, i been trip*trip*tripping
caught up in a fantasy but reality different
b*tch

[chorus: kandice nichol]
i never had a l*l*love like this
got to be written, got to be divine
because you lift me up on high
gotta be written, gotta be divine
cause you lift me up on high

- vic spencer lyrics

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