vic august – terry crews lyrics
(pre+hook + vic august)
back to back i’m too consistent
left these boys with true religion
me i don’t do euphemisms
if i’m with the crew lifted
said f+ck the pen i’m too s+d+stic
and i feel i’m more truthful with this + swag
ringer on jet still my eye on the + bag
going on bets still boy i’m on your + +rs+
f+cked a b+tch she was media trained i musta skipped a + class
who put a purse on you
(hook + vic august)
who let it work on you
who did it first on you
just pay your dues b+tch
promise this ain’t dirt on your name or your shoes b+tch
walk outside this room i might booked it you lose b+tch
nowadays i f+ck off these drugs on masseuses
and i do a lot lot lot terry crews b+tch
and i f+ck a lot lot lot in my crew fit
bwoy dem wanna talk talk talk i don’t do this
boy you know you not this hot
(verse 1 + vic august)
send it to me on rock
f+ck round blew the safe on a b+tch
i met once in the vip
i won’t do this again
who the f+ck can i kid
i put more on your bestie and leave with a kid
pocket watching b+tches in the club
form a line to where the bottles pop
diamonds in the cup
and this b+tch on suicidal talk do you know where you are
tryna knock me off my focus do you think i give a f+ck
i’ma f+ck a baby mama i feel savage
thought i was doing something crazy but i had this
ig models in here playing who to catfish
let her come up here i take off like aladdin
(pre+hook + vic august)
back to back i’m too consistent
left these boys with true religion
me i don’t do euphemisms
if i’m with the crew lifted
said f+ck the pen i’m too s+d+stic
and i feel i’m more truthful with this + swag
ringer on jet still my eye on the + bag
going on bets still boy i’m on your + +rs+
f+cked a b+tch she was media trained i musta skipped a + class
who put a purse on you
(hook + vic august)
who let it work on you
who did it first on you
just pay your dues b+tch
promise this ain’t dirt on your name or your shoes b+tch
walk outside this room i might booked it you lose b+tch
nowadays i f+ck off these drugs on masseuses
and i do a lot lot lot terry crews b+tch
and i f+ck a lot lot lot in my crew fit
bwoy dem wanna talk talk talk i don’t do this
boy you know you not this hot
(verse 2 + zac flewids)
i ain’t f+ck no white chick since last march
my agent come and scoop me in a million dollar car
santa monica to calabasas like a dart
sipping on the light when we meet up in the dark
shawty give that head she been tryna get me smart
cloudy with a chance of a broke+ass heart
in the soul plane got a cocaine cart
sniff it til we bl++dy in the bodega
pull up with the model and she rocked up in the sheets
pray to the madonna when she drop it to her knees
the lubrication tingle like we f+ckin through some bees
pull up and nut in her raw, figure it out in the car
get her the pill in the morn, did it a milly before
pull up and nut in her raw, figure it out in the car
get her the pill in the morn, did it a milly before
(hook + vic august)
who let it work on you
who did it first on you
just pay your dues b+tch
promise this ain’t dirt on your name or your shoes b+tch
walk outside this room i might booked it you lose b+tch
nowadays i f+ck off these drugs on masseuses
and i do a lot lot lot terry crews b+tch
and i f+ck a lot lot lot in my crew fit
bwoy dem wanna talk talk talk i don’t do this
boy you know you not this hot
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