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victor wynslow - vic spencer lyrics

[intro]
ah
sh*t
not ever going to sleep drunk
naw don’t do that sh*t man
don’t listen to this if you’re drunk too
cause i be having some wild ass stories
uh
you know i’m quick to do those
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[verse]
i was minding my business on my grandma’s porch
‘til i heard the richest n*gga ever came home from court
at this point man n*ggas was hungry
n*ggas was selling boa constrictors just to get the money
sh*t wasn’t televised, 24 hours forever fried
swear to god the worst day of my life
my phone didn’t ring for all of that day until later that night
it was my n*gga big rob he wanted to hit the strip
i’m like let’s do it usually
i don’t be on that sh*t i’d rather do the music
we in the big van banging music rolling 63rd
rolling up thе misty herb this n*gga was sick of words (word)
turned the music down, hе made a right
the next block up he seen some f*cking n*ggas he didn’t like
he like vic you ain’t gotta do sh*t, just stay in the car
i said you outta your mind, i don’t just rip bars
f*ck it, i wanted to see how it was gonna work out so i fell back
he walked towards them n*ggas that sell ten dollar sacks
it was seven of them n*ggas, how he gonna survive?
he whooped them n*ggas ass in ten seconds then hopped in the ride
he said he been k!lling mother f*ckers all week
even the n*gga that never came home that had all the cheese
this n*gga wyling ‘til he turned into a boss
n0body f*cking with my n*gga, put the cr*p n*ggas off
one n*gga that answer to his everyday needs wanted him to bleed (the f*ck?)
i overheard the conversation smoking weed
they both hopped in the truck with n*ggas i never seen
followed them n*ggas to every mother f*cking scene
fifth stop was a warehouse, i’m scoping it out
big rob on a phone call on my phone, i put it down
hopped out the car clapping on some army and sh*t
big rob’s fat ass still talking to chicks
on the phone he turned around like he didn’t see sh*t
he said he peeped me already while i was smoking my stick
d*mn n*gga that was twelve hours ago
make me feel like a n*gga move too slow
oh sh*t gotta be quicker than that
so embarrassed so i went to a chick’s house that didn’t listen to rap
now my phone ring all day ‘cause i might spreay sh*t
big rob said thanks for taking out my lightweight
b*tch

- vic spencer lyrics

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