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infamous vice - no filter lyrics

[verse 1: i.v.]

b-tch who could i trust is it me or my hammer
i bet i aim for your t–th f-ckin up all your grammar
you silly n-ggas can’t see that blindfold in ya face
cause real n-ggas shoot with no f-ckin bullets to trace
got a bad b-tch but she ratchet and she spanish
talk some mad sh-t you stupid n-ggas know i’m packing
if you lackin ill put a n-gga on smack cam
i’ll shoot the k and have the f-ckin body in the trash can
that bullet proof vest on it look like a sweater
sleeping with all of my choppas cause these diamonds forever
you only smelling money when you see us n-ggas together
i had shorty in the bed that was soon as i met her
she said she buggin i’m fly no m-f- pesticide
so i nailed her to the bed that b-tch crucified
she keeps beggan for the d-ck
i’m thinkn do or die
so i aim right between ha eyes and thats how i f-ck

[hook]

we on some real sh-t we don never fantasize
getting money the religion, n-gga do or die
posted outside with my n-ggas and they down to ride
and you won’t ever catch us lackin cause we catch a fire
an you ain’t f-ckin with us you ain’t f-ckin’ with us you ain’t f-ckin’ with us

[verse 2: i.v.]

don’t come around with that week sh-t
hit me on the snap if you need sh-t
come thru ocean ave with the cash
if she bad i’ll let her hit the private stash
taxi 12’s on the dash
diesel and that loud
wrist cost a couple thou
you ain’t f-ckin with my style
she put in ot for the oz
if he owe you then that n-gga owe me
n-ggas talking like they calling shots
last i checked i had them callers blocked
the situation a catch 22 and you can catch 22 n-gga

guarantee ya i get that -ss murked, so u best be on full alert
i be aiming for yo head don’t cha worry bout ya shirt
heard that baking soda work
uh i’m calling shots like a game of pool (no bs)
kickin back bein cool i got a 9 in my pocket
boy stop it, don’t make me c-ck it
rock block in a drop top headed to a party
pouring up bacardi with 2 b-tches so bad they illegal
ain’t got no visas this ones for the books it ain’t ya average party

[hook]

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