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vic spencer - just warming up lyrics

[intro]
these n+ggas thought they had one up on you
yeah
you that n+gga boy
pass that sh+t

[verse]
what’s the deal with these goofys?
don’t ask me nothing about last week
tits and ass cheeks the track athletes
and i’m the shooting guard with the pen
my government name rhymes with sicker plus i’m vicious
pal springs guns in arm’s reach
my loud speak different languages, i do the same with chicks
pick the m+n+script boy, you just don’t know
n+ggas want the same machine that made esco blow
technomarine watch black wrist band with the v in the face
the world so cold i keep the heat on the waist
i’m needing my sp+ce, beating the case now it’s body bags
shotty blast, money cash hoes if you want a bag
choose your options, you in the loser’s bracket
traffic jam flow better than the express lane
the tech wave, spray all the civilians then do a song about k!lling over a drilling ass beat
and k!ll the sh+t then fill the whip with p+ssy juice
then hump the streets that got titty meat
go over a chick how she really geek
you think n+ggas living on planet mars, what an idiot, f+cking dumb ho
your man would sh+t his pants if he saw the size of my gun ho
got kicked out of friday’s on a friday for being fried while ordering beer
now them hoes showing me their rear
don’t argue with b+tches you better keep it g
you better do that sh+t like you keep the weed
b+tches see how we kick it so they take their shoes off
everytime a rapper get a new op
everytime i rap i get a new fan
i started with seventeen now i’m up to 100 grand
spit so cold they ask where summer at
spit so hot i’m in your momma’s pad
(c’mon let me say that sh+t one more time n+gga)
spit so cold they ask me where summer at
i spit so hot n+gga i’m at your momma’s pad
she old as sh+t she gonna get this d+ck though baby

- vic spencer lyrics

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