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vons wrld - triumph lyrics

[intro]
ay
your b+tch want a taste of me
i got extendo clip on my gen 5, so lil’ n+gga don’t play with me
just like smack down, got 2 w’s running on e
i will prevail, it’s nothing to me
i’ll be alright, as long as they eat
and i stay on the grind, ain’t never get sleep

[verse 1: vons wrld]
just to recap, b+tch i’m still that n+gga
and my pockets getting fat, they ain’t never getting slimmer
and i’ma keep going, i ain’t never been a quitter
so come here lil’ baby, you f+ckin’ with a winner
if you f+cking with me, then you f+cking with v
i left him dead in the streets like an animal
she want a taste of a n+gga like a cannibal
and i’m diving in her water, n+gga, somеthing like a cannon ball
aim a red beam right in bеtween his eyes
now we smoking his pack, put it up in the sky
i’m a cool cat, but i ain’t got 9 lives
see all the bullsh+t, just like i+spy
i’m wreaking havoc, i’m chilling with savages
shooting like mavericks, with them automatics
i pour a 4 of the potion, i’m passionate
i forgot how to rap, so you know that i’m passing it
[verse 2: qu4n]
i pour a 4 in the sprite, and i got a lil’ extra in my system
i swear you can’t listen
i was just blowing her out, put my kids on her motherf+ckin’ face
she went home, and you kissed her
my young n+ggas stepping, they ready to crash
but won’t bust a move without my permission
if you play with the ties, then you down for a ride
’cause i keep me a b+tton, this sh+t get to switchin’
you should go ask your ho how my d+ck taste
got baguette this sh+t hit a big face
we not ovo, ties keep a big drac’
i been running this sh+t on my sick day
she gon’ do what i say, let me dictate
n+gga worried ’bout me, is your b+tch straight?
when you talking to me n+gga sit straight
i can get you, not on for the fix rate
i don’t mind sharing food, i got big plate
off the cup, f+ck this sh+t, i got sick taste
got my young n+gga wanted in 6 states
got a crib, in the back it’s like 6 lakes
n+gga think he the one, but his wife is a ho
and too rich, she been through like 6 states
swear to god that you never could slime me
this sh+t i do grimey
say my rap name the big snake, n+gga
[verse 3: vons wrld]
he said i hit his b+tch, i never meant to
and i do the damage, and quan go and finish you
i’m doing my sh+t, rapping on an instrumental
and when you meet god, tell him vons wrld sent you
i’m popping these n+ggas, like pop with the mentos
don’t f+ck with the gang, we standing on 10 toes
never let a b+tch f+ck up my mental
i’m shooting like poole, when he see the freak hoes
dunkin’ in your ho, just like vince carter
and she got it good, but she want it harder
now your b+tch is gone, why bother?
and i put that on my momma

- vons wrld lyrics

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