vv$ ken - tension lyrics
[verse 1: vv$ ken]
mazi
mazi on the f+ckin’ beat, man
look, look
i got them racks in my pants
no sh+t, designer on me compliment my blic
four for the fit, my diamonds dancin’, shinin’ they lit
his hoe wanna f+ck, she l!ck my spit
she probably l!ck my sh+t, sell the pack bit by bit
knock em off hit by hit, i’m bustin’ them b+tches and [?]
he wanna beef, i don’t eat beef no mo’
n+gga’s who beef get poked
she never f+cked with a n+gga like me
she said she never been with a me before
lv turtleneck for the first date, i’m a real street guy but i got good taste
shawty a freak, so she got good face
bad, thick ass b+tch with a real slim waist
i know i’m poppin’, stackin’ this bread i ain’t stoppin’
i know you been on my d+ck like a toppin
all in ginvenchy, they wanna know what i paid for the bentley
i’m too conceited, i was young that’s why i was mistreated
so now i’mma flex on them
aim for his face, f+ck the vest on him
i gave him five and my dog put the rest on em
you say you live, i’mma come put the test on you, yeah
and he better pass
couldn’t even count me a hundred in class
now i got two hundred right here on the dash
i’m going faster, she on her knees, i’m her master
got it stacked thick like a book, it got chapters
aventador red with some black like the rappers
i’m ’bout that action but i ain’t no actor
i ain’t no actor and this ain’t no movie
hoe copped the henny and it got me feeling groovy
now i got a d+ck but i still got [?]
i never sold less than a cutie
she never f+ck with none less than a baller
i got her number but i ain’t gon call her
he got her number, she say he a rundown
i only set off my hits when the sun down
you hear a gun sound, i know i’m hot i can feel when the sun pound
you know you caught when your hands touch the gun round
she tryna plot, she keep asking to come down
i know he not with the sh+t, he don’t come ’round
he don’t want beef with lil mazi
up like i drank a whole gallon of coffee
i be ongoing, n0body can stop me
conceited, i’m c+cky, that’s why these b+tches block me
that’s why your n+gga not me
lil homie tote, i know that’s how they got me
meddlin’ n+gga the reason they caught me
peddlin’ them on a mission, fillin’ but i tote the smith ‘n
better than you on a mission, got a mac and it’s attention
i keep it for all of them [?}
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