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vado - 55 lyrics

[hook: vado]
yo, lets pull out the 750 get the semi live
my b-tch is twenty got her bussin em for 55
but her age say she 55
plus we outta town hope these crackers let it slide
lets pull out the californias get the corners live
my b-tch is twenty got her bussen em for 55
her i.d. say she 55
but she got pretty eyes hope she on a n-gga line

[verse 1: vado]
ugh, you pop sh-t but never there
f-ck your pela gear
hollow tips make your lever tear
like box breaks dont get twisted my beretta here
under my r.l. sweater wear with the teddy bear
if there’s nine of us then nine hammers then
its tall handlin with the rock like kyle anderson
gave her one hit and wonder shine anderson
connect keep hittin my number i’m not answerin
like h-llo? they just role yellow
ran outta knicks line they told me no melo
hand never take on master go fellow
won’t settle i’m k!llin em dog
old yellow

[hook]

[verse 2: vado]
you got beginner shine rich and me lay thats milla time
gave the bear three faces and every bit of mine
said you flowerd i can’t see it a n-gga blind
i tell my slime make em get it line get a line
jersey mansion watching scarface like this sh-t is mine
versace robe with slippers with three b-tches high
need a p-ssport where im getting fly
gy my n-gga dont ask for but he gettin by
wanna rock? then cop a quarter
on a block thats not for you
fill the pot with hot water
im focused word to my god daughter
on the journey to get that
my melo jersey and knick hat
you fellas urk me with that chit chat
since my mother birth me ive been that

[hook]

[verse 3: gunplay]
i do my thug dizzle
on you c-nt p-ssies
b-tch you know what this is
straight raw and viscious
seab-ss and foreign fishes
gold dreams and hard wishes
fight like i got four fists
going through these more issues
throwin disses, know i’m baggin, blowin dishes
kitchen like a cook out, look out watching all four fences
benzes and lorenze’s til they ex name my existence
my lawyer’s a beast
i watch him feast on my offenses
me and my comrades bout that vida
clap cl!ckin quicker than i out that reefer
hop out that g4
like what the f-ck you lookin at me for? why?
cause i’m lookin like c4?
these n-gga be perpin
turning the amp on
for the same b-tch i put a camera and lamp on
smokin woods and my camp on
looking good brick of yam and a hand gun

[hook]

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