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vado - kopy lyrics

[hook: french montana]
i just copped a whole brick from papi
about to hit the stove, get it popping
none of my n-ggas moving sloppy
meet me on the ave, n-gga copy
copy, copy, copy, copy
i be whipping hard, ’till my wrist hurt (copy)
i be whipping hard, ’till my wrist hurt (copy)
i be whipping hard, ’till my wrist hurt (copy)

[verse 1: vado]
yo, yo that’s word to god
vado feed the block with it, lot of people starve
place the weight on a plate then you break it down in parts
make a move then i’m out, i don’t wait around for narcs, nah
(hah!) whip soft, i’m p-ssed off, took a week to get a brick off
no rich ham, but got ripped off, lose fifty grand every missed call
its a cold world on my block, pump rock [?] work on my block
mailbox where i hold work on the block
[?] work on the block
man, hit papi, tell him i need ten copy
tnt will see the monopoly
move swift through thin ice like hockey
‘sup [?], this the number to wait for, dealin’ weight for
hand me a plate, i don’t care who ate more
nine in his face, [?]

[hook: french montana]

[verse 2: pusha t]
king push!
i hear the going price for a brick is 43
that’s kendrick perkins, i’m sellin’ hard if it’s up to me
break it down in all eight-b-lls, find mjg
that’s oldschool, that’s west coast, that’s e-a ski
all i know about is getting money (woo!) till the sun come up
dominicana with a calculator when they see my face i watch ’em all run up
my heist run was a nice one, couldn’t take the trip it had me paranoid
went from a smack dealer to a crack dealer, i’ve done sold drugs in every category
(woo!) i swear you n-ggas bore me, with your f-ckin’ stories
you talkin’ war in peace time with your fake -ss glory
and your fake -ss jewelry, monkey -ss jewelry
couldn’t find a million with a road map and a b-tch named siri

[hook: french montana]

[verse 3: chinx]
four hoes on one strip, copy
come press four zones into one brick, copy
i be copy cool, i might act a fool
hop out the drop top yellin’ hallelujah
boy i flow like a faucet
had the [?] and you lost it, came in this b-tch on some boss sh-t
[?] but i roll out that coffin
that b-tch, we bone, on that bong we be coughin’
i seen javier on 45th
but i [?] brick
counted all the paper, he told me “copy”
these f-ckboys are carbon copy

[hook: french montana]

- vado lyrics

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