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t-shawn - vice city freestyle lyrics

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big money big booty b-tches man that sh-t gone be death of me

hunnid dollar whips, a million dollar trips, ima pull up and i get what is left of me

all this diamond walking, million dollar talking, these n-gg-s still eat at jack in the crack

al these n-gg-s talking sh-t when i was back in the back

i’m bout to pull the read receipts to hit her back with some facts

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i might just pull up on a wheelie tho

i’m in the hall like i’m -rs-nal

and boy i prayed to god now i’m a billy goat

it ain’t gone take too long to reach my pinnacle

they got me singing bout my sinning, and they wonder why i’m cynical

better strap it in this sh-t is clinical

i’m on the scene, i’m getting mean, i’m mr. clean, i’m so hygienical

these n-gg-s put the beam up to yo temple lobe

and you just had to love me, man it all could be so simple bro

i swear i got it how i want it while i’m pushing the whip

uber driving just to make it, while i’m pushing the script

one my ex’s out here grinding and she pushing to strip

i b-mp my music while i’m driving now they push me a tip

young shawnie out here grinding, i been pushing the low

heart break up on my mental ain’t been through this before

talk it out with all the homies tween like two different folk

but everybody got opinions and like two different jokes

they call my shawnie antin-be

you think yo shawty ain’t gone know me

i pull up to her party and i kobe

call me obiwonshan-bie

i got the force, you boys below me

i euro step like i was shawnu shawn gin-ble

i do just fine up on my only

i swear to god i get so lonely

shawty was my slime and plus my homie

i want some diamonds on a rollie, and patttick on my wrist, that’s the only thing i do to get my mind up off this sh-t

it’s perfect timing with my blitz

and i been shinning with my clique

i got the peddle on the floor

i just been driving through the bricks

i’m macadoo up with the knick

i’m packing you up with the sticks

and i’m the first, second, third, and all the lotto with my picks

of all the follows that i switch

i swear to god it ain’t no diss

but anybody don’t believe can come and swallow up my d-ck

i threw a bottle at the chick, i threw the ball up on the break, and all these rapper big as me, but spotify in second place

i told em ah

are we leaving

i swore to god you was the one i wana be with

i know we messed it up you need some time it ain’t no secret, tryna hit you with these facts and all these thoughts that i been keeping

go through all this sh-t, it got me feeling like i’m tweaking

i used to hit yo line and see yo face like ery weekend

as we move through time, i hope that

god send me a beacon

i ain’t sleep in like a week, and i ain’t ate since last weekend

but i’m hungry for the game, it ain’t the same, stay in yo lane, jump out the frame

got these n-gg-s out here running like the dash inside my name

got these n-gg-s out here fronting for the spot that i may claim

and now some p-ssy n-gg- coming tryna occupy my dame

i might just modify my chain, i switch my tent out to the real, now i see how many n-gg-s give a f-ck bout how i feel

i’m greatest f-cking rapper in the history deal, i’m tryna process all this sh-t, this sh-t ain’t sitting with me still

- t shawn lyrics

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