vado - back again lyrics
[verse 1:]
went from more marsh clears than mackage
her man start m series the package
a good dude need a bad b-tch
it’s no reekin when the max lit
still creepin with my last chick
was pamperin n-gg-s, trainin em how to have sh-t
did a whole, f-ck all i have sh-t
the winter too long to act like i never had sh-t
pimp still on, winnin feel some
said the young talent was swag like ben grill’s son
shots h-ttin the center, they tryina kill some
quarter mill done, n-gg-s slit like when the bill come
but thank god i know how to make sh-t
in ghetto gutter go in to take sh-t
n-gg-s we bank after bank, we try to rape sh-t
then go drink after drink, and celebrate sh-t
same cl-ss with street legends
deep measures with n-gg-s that blast the heat better
funny style, don’t laugh but speak clever
dark knights, get you killed faster than heath ledger
rap bane, 2 guns max payne
pac came for the worst shower, jack chain
you catch change when getting some trap change
arrogant, act strange, i’m c-cky i act damed
dash at me, you give me the -ss p-ss you
65 clash you i be the swag master
sensei bentley washed in wax after
hit all stars in the morn then sax after
if you ask for it, the arm lift
rose is on the dashboard like one zip
black everything, chrome rims, my arm sick
knockin every track out without a bomb fist
[hook:]
the game whack so i’m bout to get
n-gg-s in the trap like what’s happennin
they wanna see a n-gg- rap again
i ain’t on it but the homies not havin it
n-gg-s talk that fly sh-t,
i does that, that’s my sh-t
they like v you ain’t comfortable
you don’t come from money, you ain’t a huxtable
[verse 2:]
i feel like a when he put out the vanquish
or like ec when that sl was dangerous
it’s too hot for these fake sh-ts
i done got too hot was on my main sh-t
i played the block where ox rot and jay sit
put my money on poo, g spot, he acin
i got 3 spots i’m chasin,
dolla for dolla, servin out of my bas-m-nt
i see a lot of replacements, we lean on you like we
gotta be wasted
just take what’s out of the safe then
too many keys, said he gotta be maintenance
i’m in the t top slot, it’s been a month you n-gg-s
only rewind once,
sellin d brown while d block buck,
in the town i put 8 b-lls like a reebok tuck
ah, you can smell the piff, ain’t gotta open the bag
you could tell it’s it,
yeah import her a bag it’s what you tell this b-tch
that’s all corny and sad, i can tell you b-tch
[hook:]
the game whack so i’m bout to get
n-gg-s in the trap like what’s happennin
they wanna see a n-gg- rap again
i ain’t on it but the homies not havin it
n-gg-s talk that fly sh-t,
i does that, that’s my sh-t
they like v you ain’t comfortable
you don’t come from money, you ain’t a huxtable
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