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vic spencer – breakfast in pill hill lyrics

[intro: ironside hex]
what up doe
it is i+hex hawking, also known as ironside hex
for some inexplicable reason, somebody has let young victor spencer and sonny j+i+m make another f+cking lp
they spun the block, so i’m back too
i tried to charge vic 75k for this drop, but he negotiated me down to two 40 ounces of st. ides and a pack of chicken ramen noodles
anyways, enjoy the rappity+rap of spencer for higher 4
hawking out
shout out to yo mama
p.s. stop frol!cking in the ‘rona

[verse 1: vic spencer]
uh, you n+ggas the real donkey boys
you not a under boss you under boys
understanding the underground is an understatеment to the upper lеvel
went through h+ll to not puff with the devil
function is settled, i’d rather have brunch in the ghetto
and with these goofy ass, silly ass [?]
soon as the gun shoot, balance coffin
and ten toes in, i’ll slap you often
you n+ggas really make me sick
i put yo b+tch on the block so she can make me rich
that’s if this rap sh+t don’t work out for me
at the ice cream parlor we rolling up dosi
chickens that went to f+ck text me let’s do the hokey pokey
that’s your way of saying let’s f+ck? you need to grow up, ey
[?] for the work, i’m ’bout to blow up
blunt the same size as four rolled+up cold cuts
motherf+ckers out here talk sh+t so what, just keep working
mcdonald’s hiding something, but they keep serving
you see the vince carter dunk, well it’s the elite version
i count money so my eyes can look like e sermon
[verse 2: stove god cooks]
uh, uh
plastic on the kilo rip+off, let’s have a wrist off
when it’s garbage it just dissolve, boy sell that sh+t soft
walk in the kitchen they introduce me like, this god
i dropped in 56 grams it came out triple one
that sh+t still got some bite to it
the crystals sparkle when you put the light to it
my dog said you should cook a brick on stage, i might do it
from the foul line, make it stretch like mike would do it
patrick ewing blocks for 33
they was gonna do that n+gga dirty but he sped off before he could reach up under the seat
n+gga i was cooking in my sleep
feds had cameras on the crib for weeks
tell ’em the stove made it happen
don’t take this sh+t serious, i’m just rapping
we went from baking soda boxes in the cabinet
now my last check look like i played for the mavericks
stove

- vic spencer lyrics

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