vice - wiz khalifa lyrics
(chevy)
b-tch -ss n-gg- ain’t n-body feelin’ that
you got a whole lot of mouth i could kill you with a rap
that’s 16 in the magazine one chamber and
could knock as many down as i wanna – will chamberlan
yeah, i’m buckin’ seats like a nascar
view from the beach condo that’s the plan all
y’all n-gg-s suffering hard
i’m rollin up wine gl-ss sippin off of the loft
yeah, that’s a couple of counts
i don’t watch it, i know
i rarely see the amount
i’m out in memphis with juice
we into the ballin’ for real
you n-gg-s talkin’ like you’re scoring numbers out on the field
never fake em for real
my name is good on the spot
now it’s presidential suites but still keepin’ it copped
no need for the bar
we can send you some shots
i know they mad cuz they can’t afford what’s out in that lot
[chorus](wiz)
and when it comes to this paper we’re gettin all it
that means you f-cking with gangsters
soon as we walk in the door we get the party started
that means you f-cking with gangsters
(juicy j)
trippy n-gg-s, we don’t give a f-ck
hopped out a brand new
panned at my reflection
mob n-gg-s comin’ through
b-tch, clear the section
doobie to my lips
straps i come equippted
live a trippy life, every day i’m in the strip
we be throwin 100s
you be throwin 1s
we marinate our lean with our blunts
call my young n-gg-, what the count reads?
call my young n-gg-, bring him back to me
call my young n-gg-, he got what you need
i get high as a b-tch, fergie from the black eyed peas
make that b-tch bite down have her dancing on her knees
i treat her like a prost-tute, she bringin me a fee
real money give n-gg-s who i hang with
jackson, grant, franklin, people who i came with
i’m still ballin’
juicy j will never quit
broke -ss n-gg-, i don’t speak your language.
[chorus](chevy)
fly gangsta sh-t, n-gg-.
they don’t want to sell me sh-t now i don’t need to buy
three piece suit clean and i don’t even try
bags for my b-tch, n-gg-, cuz she likes sh-t
and cash for my n-gg-s, half of them endited
that’s game recognize game
and my n-gg-s know
house shoes on rich gang st-tched in my row
fly n-gg-s just a belt that you’re tryna price
we gettin’ to it everyday same thing tonight
g sh-t from the block, you already know
the homie told me we gon get it, had to let it go
yeah been where the weed at
you know i wasn’t trippin, man, i just couldn’t see that
now i’m trippy getting faded with my drink
got beginning of the pack for the cash you know i lead that
(?) language i ain’t never speak that
but my homies on the left side, yeah they see that
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