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Spit Vicious

 

Spit Vicious

(album: Fin... - 2008)


Got a lot of thing to drop
New Orleans, steady making cheese
Niggas wanna try to hem my own jeans
Spit vicious, [?] bitch nigga please
Many men are not my synonym, they are not nothing like me
Grammar lesson, read something nigga
Boss the fuck up, we something nigga
How I'm an example of what can happen when you quit being afraid to gamble
The God I believe in would never give you more than you could handle
He know I can deal with the crib and the Lambo
Material shit ain't all that I stand for
But I admit I dig the way that my hand glow
I'm high off the life
They say the best [?] make it impossible to second guess
My last move some think was the best
But a better one will surely be my next

I spit, nigga V-I-C-I-O-U-S
You just lay down slow
I spit, nigga V-I-C-I-O-U-S
You just lay down slow
I spit, nigga V-I-C-I-O-U-S
You just lay down slow
I spit, nigga V-I-C-I-O-U-S
You just lay down slow

I change the game like the number four J's
Bugging out, had 'em on on do the right thing
White [?] gray
I rock like it's ADA
I travel from state to state
Open my wallet to close on estates
Just claimed one off in LA
Post up with my bitches, burn grapes all day
I'm a man who enjoys a comfortable seat
With kicked up feet on the terrace
With my hella bad bitch half-naked
With a wife beater and Gucci sneakers cooking me breakfast
Telephone convos with my incarcerated homies, they holding it down for me
Every nigga on [?] wanna see me get the money
When they get out they'll be down to kill a nigga for me
Never claimed thug gut I got street love
Street cred, these other niggas is Raisin Bran
FS Jets, motherfucker, you know

I spit, nigga V-I-C-I-O-U-S
You just lay down slow
I spit, nigga V-I-C-I-O-U-S
You just lay down slow
I spit, nigga V-I-C-I-O-U-S
You just lay down slow
I spit, nigga V-I-C-I-O-U-S
You just lay down slow

FS Jet set, where haven't we been yet?
Bitches know the planes got it
FS Jets in the house
Motherfuck anybody else who in the house
We gon' burn an ounce to this
G's up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Motherfucker, you know

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