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vico & all things hip - nothing for sale lyrics

[intro]
all things hip
hold this one

[verse 1]
look, the gun not for flashing
move like assassins
you follow your heart, then you hustling backwards
she wanna be tied up and gagged like kidnappings
got quickly attached, i f+cked her with the passion
do or die, she wanna ride bonnie and clyde
mama, i’ma slide g+wagon benz, choppers inside
whip is homicide, start up the brabus, i cut the ties
sgs garage way over budget, i’m ill advised
yeah, gemballa red, keep switching benz like trying to dodge the feds
label execs throwing me numbers, really not impressed
i’m just out here living my best, this sh+t got ’em perplexed
said she wanna meet in the flesh, i’m trying not to flex
[chorus]
i won’t chase ya
new crib, new town, switch the plates, yeah
i told the feds no face, no case, yeah
ooh that boy born a money chaser
call my momma and the feds tried to trace it
but f+ck it i just called to say i made it, yeah (momma)
everyday i’m jumping out the sp+ceships, yeah
model chick trying to be my favorite, yeah
the energy is sacred

[verse 2]
she keep bugging phone buzzing ’cause she dtf
they wish i fall, tried it all, still ain’t break me yet
round table with my dogs and we ain’t breaking bread
switch the whip three, four times a day, had to shake the feds
need a palace, b+tch i’m snacking like i came from famine
silk pyjamas, i might roll up baby hammer
trying to run up twenty m’s baby that’s the challenge
pull up on your set late night, no jimmy falon
had to thank god for the scale heaven or h+ll
we don’t show and tell, all of the benz’s nothing for sale
i flew overseas did lots of shows
wrist solid gold, whip milage low
hit that b+tch once, oops gotta go
amg’s i got every spec, pockets on heavy set
this lifestyle ain’t k!ll me yet, bad b+tches tell me yes
g+wagon cherry red, she hopped in, she curious
every move serious, b+tch i’m trying to really live
[chorus]
i won’t chase ya
new crib, new town, switch the plates, yeah
i told the feds no face, no case, yeah
ooh that boy born a money chaser
call my momma and the feds tried to trace it
but f+ck it i just called to say i made it, yeah (momma)
everyday i’m jumping out the sp+ceships, yeah
model chick trying to be my favorite, yeah
the energy is sacred
i won’t chase ya
new crib, new town, switch the plates, yeah
i told the feds no face, no case, yeah
ooh that boy born a money chaser
call my momma and the feds tried to trace it
but f+ck it i just called to say i made it, yeah (momma)
everyday i’m jumping out the sp+ceships, yeah
model chick trying to be my favorite, yeah
the energy is sacred

- vico all things hip lyrics

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