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vic spencer - ups has my sneakers lyrics

spit crazy like a r+t+rd baby from the 80s (woo)
i was on time for a late fee (let’s go)
but now rappers can’t get rid of me
black ball so much ‘cause people really sick of me
rapping on [?] jazz beats got me feeling real history (yeah)
the ink pen made a list for me
started taking these goofs off the planet
how do you say the word panic in spanish? (pánico)
smart confrontations
i’m a professional backhand smacker, i size dudes up, you boys is p++putts
selling somebody’s tree at gas stations (ha)
it’s my time and i’m past waitin’
i been around, i could’ve been got ‘em
group of jamaicans want yo’ head on the ground and i stopped them (on god)
kinda wild how i became the plug
rappers think they better than me and i shrug (hm?)
no legend call you when you into the city
ooh, you think you rawer than victor, n+ggas is silly (ha)
pass the blunt to uncle [?] and ask why redman won’t do a song with me
this beat here is up the street, ugh
sheesh, woo, vic spencer hot
work for so long that my thoughts made dinner rot
came to the table, anyway i wrote about the block
[?] it’s hard to watch
but as long as i jot i can never be put in a box
n+ggas hate on me a lot (huh huh huh huhh)
we in a f+cked up country, it’s about to get worse
i’m down to k!ll motherf+ckas, they not gon’ get me first
hit the docks on 87 for persh, n+ggas is lootin’ for merch
while i wait on my food, i smoke perc
flour got me lookin’ at sh+t like we can beat this
now i’m somewhere reading about weed tips
on youtube looking at chicago street legends
rappers fixate on me but i never been stressing
f+cking up walmart right now as we speak
i was just in that same one making a purchase last week (ugh)
looking at the news while i rub on some ass cheeks (bae)
bae looking good like she something to eat
my mind off the bullsh+t as i roll up the weed
call a revival (ooh), all these rappers want my title
if they don’t big you up then they wanna be rivals (f+ck)
i don’t mind beatin’ my idols (f+ck outta here n+gga)
sh+t
see, i see it, at the end of the day
every motherf+cka like me
think i’m better than n+ggas
huh+huh
real sh+t
and you can bet your bottom dollar on that lil’ p+ssy boy

- vic spencer lyrics

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