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loving it - vich magic lyrics

[chorus]
lovin’ it on this side
i’ve been livin’ life on this side
you should see the view from this side (yeah)

[verse 1]
dropped a couple thou’ in a limousine (bands bands)
who thought that a guy like me could be so mean (*gasp!)
i talk a lot of sh*t but i got listerine (chik*chika*chik*chik)
know that i’ma get it, not that it’s a dream (yeah)
shawty looking at me like she finna pree (yeah)
she simpin’ after rich guys or she into me? (yeah)
i could never tell in this industry (nah)
it may be in her genes i won’t intervene (neah)
lookin’ at my pace must be chasе something (woah*o!)
my talent be so loud must bе laced with something (lace with wuh*)
lookin’ at my sp*ce, man, this place stunnin’ (stuntin’ like a [?])
“i kinda want it” was my ultimatum and (ooh ye*!)
[chorus]
lovin’ it on this side
i’ve been livin’ life on this side
you should see the view from this side (lovin’ it this side)

[verse 2]
i’m living in a wishing well (sploosh)
love my friggin’ tales
telling genie stories like a phrygian scale (aaah)
i say it like a ard g (grr!)
may be flat but i’m no minor
jammin’ my givenchy (chy*chy*chy*chy!)
wish i had luck’s gettin’ finer
one day i’ll see your auntie (hi)
she’ll tell you i’m a cool guy (bye)
she knows that you a fan and got my napkin with the drool signed (oh the gran got it signed)
you’ll want to see me one day (goo’ sh*t!)
and i would do my best to show my love in every way
ohh. (what) ohh. (what) ohh. (what)
oh sh*t that sh*t lit (what!?)
they just said “i won’t” but now they wig i slayed that fit (ha!)
you’d think i shine my watch when i show my fist (brrink brrink!)
but such hands of an artist hang off from my wrist (*eah!)

[chorus]
lovin’ it on this side
i’ve been livin’ life on this side
you should see the view from this side (lovin’ it this side)
[verse 3]
don’t ask for support, just bring the result
stupid guy on my dms, don’t need your e*salt
they want me on their team yeah i don’t feed cults
i just work on myself like i don’t need faults (wooh!) (brrrr!)
like dabadabada (dabadabada)
i’ve been shredding my guitar (shreddin’, shreddin’, chah!)
so i can rock you really hard (huhhr!)
then kick back down at the shard (london, london)
now they can’t bother me (bliss, bliss)
i don’t even like this chardo* (that sh*t’s rank)
nnay*me that comes to mind (nah nah)
is the vichi or the harder way (vichi*vichi*vichi magic)
ooh, i don’t even think it’s cool anymore
i had to work for it eight, twelve, sixteen, twenty*four’s
now i’m hitting these bottles so hard, think my henny’s sore
who’d have thought this kinda talent could have opened many doors

[chorus]
lovin’ it from this side
i’ve been livin’ life on this side
you should see the view from this side

- vich magic lyrics

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