adam, the artist - vice city lyrics
gucci bloom all in my shoes
call me out what you tryna do?
vs cologne, i look around and see my clones
all i do is drip, i trip too much don’t get to close
y o u n g i n
been with the sh-ts, won’t stop till the end
bluefaces in pocket
and i’m poppin like a rocket
tryna stop me cuz i’m poppin
packin bowls up in a socket
that’s that old school
what you tryna do
we don’t f-ck with you
water on my neck more than a pool
drippin’ from my wrist, but you will never catch me slippin’
if i was down bad, i’d hit a l!ck, i’m never trippin’
posted up, up on my block
try to pull up, we leave em in shock
i don’t blush and i don’t trust
streets need me oh that’s a must
pull up on your block don’t test me
left or right gotta move
don’t let sh-t get the best of me
money comin’ in out the blue
all this thuggin on the block got my brotha doin time
shout out to mcqueen he the one that showed me how to sling a dime
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