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country dons - vip lyrics

[intro: rokky]
txr+txr+txr+txrgett acquired
vip section, we’re the crazy collection
tell my boy he can have one of any complexion
vi+vip section, we’re the crazy collection
block boy, i got scars and a lot of confessions

[chorus: rokky]
vip section, we’re the crazy collection
tell my boy he can have one of any complexion
more money, more pound, what i tell my reflection
block boy, i got scars and a lot of confession
vip section, we’re the crazy collection
tell my boy he can havе one of any complexion
more monеy, more pound, what i tell my reflection
block boy, i got scars and a lot of confession
[verse 1: maroc]
pull+pull up on your block, it’s gettin’ lit like it’s parklife (pull up)
bangers in this archive, we’ve gotta play our cards right (cards right)
24/7, no breaks, this ain’t half time (24’s)
heads turn, lookin’ it, it’s foreign when i pass fine (skrrt, skrrt)
if i see the ‘ralis then i’m f+ckin’ up these car ties
racks to riches, i ain’t comin’ back to hard times (no way)
more money, more pound, that’s the main aim
i hit him in his mainframe, this money, must maintain (gang)
and we don’t play games, 100k on day dates (100k)
they came to trap, but they ain’t matchin’ on our pay grade (they ain’t matchin’)
and i can’t beef them in the station, they talk lame (why you talk?)
feds hit the front, so at the back is where i vacate (i’m gone)
i felt them seas up (throw ’em up)
and if you seen a hundred stack, throw your p’s up (throw ’em up)
money comes dirty, but we know how to clean up (wrist)
my rock real t boy cunch sides, i flung my first box, wearin’ fila (country)

[chorus: rokky]
vip section, we’re the crazy collection
tell my boy he can have one of any complexion
more money, more pound, what i tell my reflection
block boy, i got scars and a lot of confession
vip section, we’re the crazy collection
tell my boy he can have one of any complexion
more money, more pound, what i tell my reflection
block boy, i got scars and a lot of confession
[verse 2: blaze]
if they’re sued in my whip, i ain’t stoppin’ for jakes
been through blood, sweat, and tears, you ain’t got what it takes
100k on a realer, cub be makin’ mistakes (never)
i been stayin’ lowkey, but i know where he stays
all this chattin’ like you know me, you ain’t been through the struggle
the hustle, link the plug, hundred k in the duffle, it’s peak (cash)
the feds bumped my house, they know that i’m trouble (f+ck)
opps want me dead, so i keep me a couple
tryna change my life for the better, it’s gettin’ hot at night
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout weather, go day, they now need me the dweller
they play my music up in court, can you handle the pressure? (stressed)
rubber bands on my wrist to keep this money together
i see the hate, they don’t want you to win, they fake
gave us slices, but n+ggas try takin’ the cake
choices weren’t great, made mistakes
stackin’ money up to get my momma fresh crips with a gate

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