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vic spencer – 20 flights to paris lyrics

[intro]
yeah
it’s your boy vic [?] now n+gga
simple and plain
and we on a plane to the mother f+cking paris
sh+t come from the brain for real
you can’t freestyle n+gga you can’t do that in the booth

[verse]
k!lling sh+t consecutively
equity double when i’m upping the fees
ain’t n0body touching the v
luckily for them they’re gonna die in peace, they r.i.p
v+i+c ill with the sh+ts, forget how you n+ggas live
because i’m coming to peel up your sh+t
(let’s go vic)
knowing that i’m dealing with sh+t
the cards been dealt when it’s appealing to chicks
she already seen what this n+gga ‘bout to do and what he done in his past life
all these n+ggas half right
i don’t really give no f+ck, i’m past the night
i’m up in the morning, like my pipe
going outside tomorrow and tonight
got the gun on me and the knife
n+ggas wanna take flight you really be up there
got some lil n+ggas that’ll snuff you for bus fare
[?]
f+ck outta here
first mother f+cking rapper to snuff out a deer
sh+t
stranger thangs when i bring the thing
inside of the club n+gga what’s up (what’s up)
they didn’t put me down ‘cause i’m that other f+cker (that’s right)
n+ggas need raps, they need to shut the f+ck up
(get the f+ck out of here dog)
i know the difference between needs and wants (yeah)
i ain’t the type of rapper that be needing points
or upscore, i know what for (what for dog?)
came by myself and i had plus four
(yous a smart mother f+cker dog)
lucrative s+x tape
she told me she got the gob, that’s great
escape to great lake
got real high in the bubble, rainbows in the [?]
she gave me head, i called it a huddle
thick muzzle on the ss jet plane
the sh+t was the sauciest
(you was up there)
fall off a cliff (d+mn)
pink shoe looking like it was soft as a cl+t
final looked like l!cked jolly ranchers
her head was taffy apple
never seen a three+liter snapple bottle (d+mn)
that’s me when i’m talking about her legs (sh+t)
n+ggas got bullets n+gga compare me to that
oe of ones, god d+mn, i’m rarer than that (you fresh)
ahead of the rest, don’t remind me of it
dirty dozen f+ck it i’m b+tter loving
works for suckers so punch your numbers f+cker
[outro]
woo you spoke fire right now dog, you gotta stop that sh+t
that sh+t is nuts
[?]
see i knew you was still here for the [?]
[?]
and you got all your weed from us
not we get your weed from you
because we stole your sh+t n+gga

- vic spencer lyrics

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