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mic vic - g.a.d.d lyrics

[verse 1: ran$ah]
aye sh-t, i’m sh-tting on a lot of n-ggas
keep a small circle like the 5 percenters
i hear them talk a lot, but where the profit in it
and they ain’t talking rich, i dont bother with it
i’m in the bank and i’m just tryna put some commas in it
and my mans with the sh-t if i nod you finish
and break times over now it’s back to work
n-ggas plotting with they friends like this gots to work
like whaat, n-gga i’m captain kirk
its sp-ceship sh-t i might attack the earth
and it bullets through the air
bought him not nurse
like if it do connect then it just might hurt
i got hand full of bands like i just might splurge
i’m the man with the plan
sh-t i just might burn the whole city to a crisp
red little b-tch and she speak with a lisp
so imagine what she doing on the d-ck
okay, i gotta see to believe it
if i hear it i don’t know
n-gga a lie to you, make up whatever they want
sh-t, i might have to take a small vacation
i do little flex
cause them apes be baping
them n-ggas rocking basics
i break the bank with t-shirt and some jeans
fit whatever you make with 1 pay check
chase bank know my face
so when i step in they know i need franklin faces

[verse 2: mic vic]
serving hand to hand
cause i dont really like blister
cause i write scriptures
on how to keep a client like when they buy they keep shopping with you
keep a loud pin up
dont let it ciara miss ya
i am on a mission to multiply all these dividends
and when we hit a l1ck, we in and out like minute man
now time for the []
n-gga focused, im moving the weight
i feel like my paul bearer in the coco
n-gga, getting to this money like it was on my to do list
creepy b-tches all way asking me why i’m so ruthless
probably cause i’m trying to whip around in something ruthless
you ain’t making me no bread b-tch
please stop acting clueless
a 9-5 in to strict. but rapping i can do this
my n-ggas about to eat like
kathy chef family reunions on union
thats why i cool it
you got beef squad at you while i got persian wife for sale
on 48 is where i cool whip, b-tch

verse 3: monster mike]
i’m a perfect -ss drug dealer
whole stain f-ck n-ggas
zips for the low
that be nothing so it’s love n-gga
give me what you got
i swear to god you getting faded
fast s-x, big nash even say i’m going crazy
never lazy ‘fore i got you
mic vic would of had it to but then they bummed him
but he was out the same day
crazy how we rap and laugh about it in the same place
it cool cause we the same thing
tell ’em boy its stain gang
made gang, dollars on my face paint
all we do is slang weight
and all you n-ggas do is get rob
need some work call squad
sh-t, if not you getting robbed
swag village [] just the dope no socks
f-ck the cubs go soxs
but i’m tryna still on top
what you need motherf-cker
hit the line, know i get it
if i don’t then my b-tch do
somewhere in her purse
drugs coming for the low
but i dont know about a verse
put my team on everyday
sh-t, i dont got no other shirt
i be rapping i be trapping
i can never go to work
they be capping, they be lacking
if they ain’t with it i can merch ya
i really go at feeling good, my pockets really bad at hurting
finna need another plug, tryna f-ck around with murder
he be lying like a b-tch and i ain’t trying to see a murder
just playing, even though that boy be []
he a stain god, still gonna keep god first

- mic vic lyrics

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