vada – mixtape lyrics
[intro bridge:]
n0body likes me, but that’s ok
cause i don’t like yaw anyway… (haha). said i don’t like yaw anyway…
f-ck all yaw!!!
verse 1:
cl!ck clack splat, it’s a wrap vada’s back
when vlane’s on the attack don’t relax up in my path
disband that vanished b-tch -ss n-gga we don’t hit the gl-ss
n-gga now we fina blast, i cast n-ggas like i’m sag
poppin yo lips greasy my gun shines now that’s carmax
black on black back to back, bdddddat! rat-tat-tat
the sh-t i attract, i need a bad k!lla
suspenders and briefcase but i’m still that n-gga (oh-oh)
i’m rollin’, boy i ain’t changed
teach every b-tch i f-ck wit how to use a blade
air this at ya head boy i call it hairspray
i was in a meeting i don’t care if it was broad day
murder boi just leave me alone
i ain’t emotional (?) i know that i’m wrong
ridin on vlane yo -ss is not gon ride back home
spray yo chest that new cologne – it’s called 4-4
chorus:
(i’m a make you my mixtape) and make sure you full of heat. ride around, hear the sound you’ll hear before you go to sleep
(my mixtape) you’ll get the most press the first week. but yo whole hood will feel it if ya boys start to speak
i’m a make you my mixtape – mixtape – mixtape (have you hemmed up in the corner like a)
mixtape – mixtape – mixtape – (i’ll let you leak out to the streets just like a)
mixtaaape
verse 2:
bdddddat these n-ggas panicin, damaging when that hammer spin
in fact i’m packin, sin ain’t rare territory where actions
clack then pap, then end. black within, i’m gon attack again
gats and straps my friends, i syringe til’ it’s exact revenge
you ain’t yo big homie boy you m-th-f-ckin soft
pay my m-th-f-ckin lawyers – i get m-th-f-ckin off
tryda cross, me pray jesus run cause if he walks
by the time he get ya dog, it’ll already be -ssaul
like woop – i grind. on time n-gga i shine
my white b-tch heard me rap and she said “v, you’re not that kind”
i called lil’ rob he said that my bread went through fine
so them enemies of mine – are now traced in cute white lines
hit them push ups in the gym like i’m livin in the pin
hit ya chin, you won’t ever say that stupid sh-t again
don’t retweet me you old b-tch -ss n-gga we ain’t friends
yo picture now and then, let’s see yo -ss swim
churus:
talking:
murda dem… p-ssy boi wah de gwan wit chu??? i am the original jamaican don dada… (laughs)
south central… naw i ain’t lightin up on these n-ggas. i won’t ever lightin up – i ain’t drake. (laughs)
aye… aye aye aye them n-ggas said vada don’t be in the hood n-gga…. n-gga, n-gga i don’t got to! and n-gga, neither do my enemies
there all out… (laughs). they’re out. you can’t call em… (screams). vlane!
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