vic spencer – victor wynslow lyrics
[intro]
ah
sh+t
not ever going to sleep drunk
naw don’t do that sh+t man
don’t listen to this if you’re drunk too
cause i be having some wild ass stories
uh
you know i’m quick to do those
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[verse]
i was minding my business on my grandma’s porch
‘til i heard the richest n+gga ever came home from court
at this point man n+ggas was hungry
n+ggas was selling boa constrictors just to get the money
sh+t wasn’t televised, 24 hours forever fried
swear to god the worst day of my life
my phone didn’t ring for all of that day until later that night
it was my n+gga big rob he wanted to hit the strip
i’m like let’s do it usually
i don’t be on that sh+t i’d rather do the music
we in the big van banging music rolling 63rd
rolling up thе misty herb this n+gga was sick of words (word)
turned the music down, hе made a right
the next block up he seen some f+cking n+ggas he didn’t like
he like vic you ain’t gotta do sh+t, just stay in the car
i said you outta your mind, i don’t just rip bars
f+ck it, i wanted to see how it was gonna work out so i fell back
he walked towards them n+ggas that sell ten dollar sacks
it was seven of them n+ggas, how he gonna survive?
he whooped them n+ggas ass in ten seconds then hopped in the ride
he said he been k!lling mother f+ckers all week
even the n+gga that never came home that had all the cheese
this n+gga wyling ‘til he turned into a boss
n0body f+cking with my n+gga, put the cr+p n+ggas off
one n+gga that answer to his everyday needs wanted him to bleed (the f+ck?)
i overheard the conversation smoking weed
they both hopped in the truck with n+ggas i never seen
followed them n+ggas to every mother f+cking scene
fifth stop was a warehouse, i’m scoping it out
big rob on a phone call on my phone, i put it down
hopped out the car clapping on some army and sh+t
big rob’s fat ass still talking to chicks
on the phone he turned around like he didn’t see sh+t
he said he peeped me already while i was smoking my stick
d+mn n+gga that was twelve hours ago
make me feel like a n+gga move too slow
oh sh+t gotta be quicker than that
so embarrassed so i went to a chick’s house that didn’t listen to rap
now my phone ring all day ‘cause i might spreay sh+t
big rob said thanks for taking out my lightweight
b+tch
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