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vic spencer - lux raggedy duffle lyrics

[intro: vic spencer]
ayo, doc i’m f+ckin’ with this baritone flow n+gga
(woo)
uh

[verse 1: vic spencer]
duffle bag on my shoulder look like a f+cking female body builder
i don’t need a lotta sh+t but it’s filled up
the zipper sound like a machine gun
head run get away get away to the las vegas sun with all the funds
i got bullets the size of a bic lighter
a change of outfit that make me look like a f+cking bullfighter (mm)
pen and pad inside, n+gga i’m a writer
the bag is bigger than yo overnighter, a real collider
put allat back in the bag and snap yo’ b+tch ass with the whole thing
i’m a old king wearing them finger four rings
onе punch really sore spleens, i’m mean with stratеgy
n+ggas is raggedy, acting like they ass atrophy
[?] i’m f+cking sh+t up, the villainy way
conspiracy spray, the airways, they gonna tell on me
i’m selling weed, big nose n+ggas that smell the gunpowder
been at war for a month straight, only had one shower (ew)
having visions of rhythm collisions (mm)
slap anybody, you don’t have to be a musician
get hit by beauticians
listening to rap submissions (mm)
whens some sh+t wack you can’t say it until you got permission
f+ck that, this sh+t above rap (uh)
long as you touch cash, yo’ opinion a must+have? (how)
you the type to have bust lush on ya’ mustache (ew)
n+gga, i will beat yo’ ass (mm)
this that flow that woke up barry white
feel me?
f+ck outta here motherf+cker
[verse 2: the legendary traxster]
they ducking all one+on+one fades and fisticuffs
these rappers b+tches, it’s gotta be more than [?]
i think this thought often: i’ll beat yo’ ass
i don’t do beats for n+ggas, don’t take no feature cash
i tried to clean my sh+t up, put on a suit and tie
turned out that sh+t just as grimy, they just don’t shoot and die
don’t ask a n+gga whats in his raggedy duffle, i rather scuff you
but you gon’ lose a limb if it brush you
if it graze you you having convos with the god that you give praise to
blame the hood that raised you, somebody should’ve saged you
he wanted all of the smoke
watch the n+ggas who say sl!ck sh+t and call it a joke
i’ll beat yo’ ass
there i go with that thought again
n+ggas playing both sides, i call it bipartisan
nah they ain’t as smart as him, and got as much heart as him
shawty say that i fell off, but that’s right when i chart again (woo)
and i ain’t really tryna talk about what that check pays (woo)
‘cause i terrorized mcs for three decades (woo)
i got bodies that’s still riding in cassette trays (woo)
even when y’all don’t see me, that threat stays
n+gga, i will beat yo’ ass
nah, like, i’ll really beat yo’ ass though
(b+tch)
like, i will beat yo’ ass
[verse 3: buk of psychodrama]
duffle bag in the bag seat full of [?]
as i stands on business, i can be in two places one time
superposition, i’m substantially many planets away, look, what i’m saying’s long distance (long distance)
fans know i’m different (different), i landed on prolific
make no plans that goin’ against it, i’m from the land, you know i’m ig’nant
all the scams show i’m gifted
anomalies, phenomenon
something else, competition come to see that we are from beyond
all criticism and judgements, n+ggas’ opinions about serious lyricism production and it’s here business
mix of generations within the culture
and if they interested in getting back to the missing substance then it would be benefits
and then they find i’m better than them, never had them on no list at all
judging me, yo’ f+ckin’ head will crash and metal fragments fall
winter, spring, summertime shy, all the time
please make no mistake about it, this is all design
i’m having a vision of a rhythm collision (rhythm collision)
i’ll body anybody, you don’t have to be a musician
you now have the permission to write this down in ya’ notepad (what)
n+gga, i will beat yo’ ass
for real

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