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daemoney - vice city lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah (it’s raw when you need cash only)
thought you was my flower, um, i thought you was my lotus, d+mn
yeah, yeah (fye, you went crazy on this b+tch)
i thought you had my back when i was, yeah, yeah

[verse]
i swear this beat, it sound like we did it
it sound like gta, we beat the final mission (i swear)
it sound like we finally on our way to them millions
it sound like we finally grew up from some children (yeah)
i’m known to keep my head high, but i been through a lot of sh+t
i know that god got me ’cause i dodged a lot of obstacles (right now)
i don’t hit the strip club, i think that sh+t is comical (mm)
fake n+ggas shakin’ hands ’cause they thinkin’ they more up than you (f+ck outta herе)
man, these n+ggas stupid, thesе racks in for real
i bought my b+tch a baby glock so she know how to k!ll (be safe)
they say i got the gift of gab, boy, you ain’t got that feel (aw yeah)
you ain’t got that sk!ll (uh+huh), always better with a pill
i’m tommy vercetti in vice city with a two+door
i’m not a foster child, but i’m protected by the group home (yeah)
i used to scam too, i always know a loophole (yeah)
every day i wake up, i gotta get some new dough
i’m hittin’ corner, south beach, amiri b+tton+up
i used to stash for the day and then i learned to double up
i’m seriously thinkin’ ’bout havin’ a wedding for me and my double cup (i swear)
all the sh+t i smoke the strongest and you smokin’ what the f+ck?
n+gga gettin’ older now, d+mn, i was a rook’ before (yeah)
was takin’ fed chances, you was takin’ chances get whoopings for (lame)
what goes around come around, i swear i never got cooked before (yeah)
done took sh+t from n+ggas, never had sh+t took before (not at all)
you stuck d+ck in hoes with them zeros, shia labeouf (wow)
my out+of+town ho wanted some glass, i let her ride the bus (come on)
i rock twenty venues straight, goin’ state to state in a bus
i want your ho, hey, hey, hit a move, she with us (it’s easy)
it’s slaeski, your baby, love me or hate me (yeah)
i’m always count pape’ and drink heavy eights of lean
he ran off with that lil’ sh+t, he turnin’ in his sheets (wow)
all these n+ggas fans, used to hate, that sh+t kinda creep (that’s crazy)
you know it don’t stop, you know it don’t quit, i feel like jeezy (b+tch)
i lost that phone a year ago, i swear that b+tch still ringin’ (haha)
you ain’t never got that call like, “what time you finna bring ’em?”
thirty racks on the way to the crib’ll have you singin’
i’m chewin’ up all this soft+ass sh+t like i’m t++thin’
[outro]
no cap, man
this sh+t mine for the takeover, so i’m just gon’ take it over

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