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lil syce - vvs cartier lyrics

[verse 1]
man, f+ck all that talkin’, we really be slidin’
play with my money, lil’ b+tch, you dyin’
i done came up out the mud with the k!llers
don’t f+ck with these n+ggas, they act like b+tches
hundred rounds in the glock, let it stutter
pull up on your block, turn that sh+t to a puddle
broke+ass n+gga still talkin’ on hustle?
i was sellin’ that sh+t by the bundle
b+tch, i been thuggin’ since lil’ n+gga days
choppa gon’ hit ‘em, no minimum wage
f+ck all that friendly sh+t, we ain’t the same
run up a check, put that ice on my chain
vvs cartier, flooded my frames
n+ggas be p+ssy, they talk but don’t bang
i keep a stick when i ride through the city
f+ck all thesе opps, tell ‘em come gеt up with me

[chorus]
my vvs hittin’ (hittin’)
i keep that glock on my hip when i’m whippin’
all of these b+tches, they know that i’m winnin’
pull up, my diamonds, they shine like the ceiling
n+gga, i came from the trenches, no kidding
i had to hustle, my pockets was empty
now i got racks and i’m flexin’ like 50
talk out your mouth, you get left in a ditch, b+tch
[verse 2]
wake up, got a bad b+tch textin’
she tryna f+ck, i just need me some neckin’
ain’t got no love, i just f+ck and i dip
get to this money, i stack and i flip
f+ck all these n+ggas, they cappin’ and lyin’
b+tch, i was broke, had to get off my grind
now i pull up in the foreign, reclinin’
he reach for my chain, that’s a body, he dyin’
n+ggas be talkin’, they ain’t really steppin’
i got a plug that be frontin’ me weapons
run in the spot, make ‘em give up the extras
hunnid+round drum make his mama regret it
play with the gang, you get sent to the reverend
b+tch, i’m too deep in the game, ain’t no exit
say he want smoke, then i’m finna address it
pull up with sticks, let it rip, leave him headless

- lil syce lyrics

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