shoreline mafia - vicious lyrics
[intro]
hey, hey, hey, hey (what?)
got money change your timezone
to different countries, different states
all i know is getting k’s, catching plays
i’m making shade, oh d-mn
[verse 1]
how much money did i make today?
baller real hard no fade away
i can teach you ’bout my player ways
go back in my robbing days
no robbing cheese, my d-ck is creased
if it ain’t money ain’t sh-t to me
talk sh-t to me, you history
back in the day i had sh-t to eat
why the f-ck yo’ girl keep hitting me?
i think she only looking for some real d-ck to eat
if she call up little robbie i’ma hit it to sleep
twenty racks i’ma get it this week
what? i like my money lean like i like my drinks
shorty turn into a freak when we in them sheets
better leave black sheets if you in this beef
tec twenty-one with a glock twenty three
still thinking ’bout coping that m16
i be geeking on a lotta m6 sixteen
gonna try six rings, what the f-ck that mean?
urgh
[verse 2]
ay, you been calling all this time
ay, i act like i can’t find my phone
you be on that stupid sh-t
and right is right and wrong is wrong
yeah you right a song’s a song
but diss me boy
you dead and gone
he gon’ have one f-cked up funeral n-gg-
that boy head is gone
why do they call you rob vicious?
sh-t already know it’s from shooting
and kicking it dawg
in 48 hours i was kitsch for chicken
i really did slip on kitchen floors
now my stack do not bend
got louder than myths
i’m in the highs and the lows
i mixed the molly with po
the h=henny with pack
soil ya’ n-gg- be gone
i put the gang on your b-tch
to go buck with your hoe
homies that switch i don’t trust no more
tell the n-gg-s i don’t give a f-ck no more
got my own b-tch, i don’t wanna f-ck your hoe
i ain’t flexin’ on my x, i don’t know your hoes
whole powder here b-tch, need to blow your nose
watch n-gg-s get high, had no control
[outro]
ay, ay, ay
either she sick as a dog or she high off the blow
the hoe get out ya’ nose
knew i was doing it big when
it got to the point i’m not touching the dough
if she can’t do it for vicious
she cares, on my granny, it’s f-ck that hoe
i told y’all n-gg-s don’t trust that hoe
i told y’all n-gg-s i don’t give no f-cks no more
smoking on gas that’s straight drop though
lil’ b-tch can’t hit my dough, no
from a section that ain’t got no hold
this sh-t f-ckin’ up my mojo
h-ll nah i ain’t taking no photo
h-ll nah i ain’t stoppin for the po po
f-ck with lil rob you get smoked
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