Lyrics:
warriors
Nigga I'm Steppin Curry
30 Cal in this bitch ya heard me
Yeah yeah
You already know the type of shit that I be on yeah
Made a couple thousand just
a row
Drop in the Six, 'cause I love them (HO!)
[Verse 1 - Nick Cannon]
Shorty I, only got one night in town, tell me baby where you down
Bushes we
a row
Drop in the Six, 'cause I love them (HO!)
[Verse 1 - Nick Cannon]
Shorty I, only got one night in town, tell me baby where you down
Bushes we
of town bitches, (Thirty-four)
help me put it down bitches (Thirty-five)
Hangin' 'round, give you pussy by the pound bitches (Thirty-six)
Them do-it-all
to be your lover
I think you need me
Bitch cmon I give it to ya
I'm Vic Damone Junior Junior
Bitch cmon I give it to ya
I'm Vic Damone Junior Junior
You know I came up off of Pimp C
J-Wings, nigga need a ten piece
Made her call a friend - that's a two piece
Weed three strong got me too geeked
Look,
folded on me
I ain't know who to trust
I showed love
By the looks I was showing too much
My nigga Vic Damone Jr
Pulled up in the cluth
We on the move all
I'm like Javale
Shit, can't you niggas tell by the gun smell
When they release me from the jail, I was like, fuck Bail
You can say what you want, just
Who's this
This is a very good friend of mine this is Vic Damone Jr
Deemarc got that heat hoe Plug
UnKnwn drop that shit
Pop one pop two and my
(It's Loyalty)
In this world
You can be anything you want but me (But me)
Louis with my mama, told her
"Get anything you see" (Anything)
Five-star
Motherfuckers thought they had it on lock
I tell them open the safe
A ho a ho, I put a ho in her place
They show me love all the time
Motherfucker it
never leaving home
Money taking like Vic Damone
I'm in Harmony with it like Flesh n Bone
New year let me set the tone
Ima grind 'til I'm dead and gone
me
Prayed on by all these foes, it'll put you in a frenzy
Niggas hear about my woes and dismiss em
Confusing 'em with the ones that Drake ran through
La cosa nostra pussy
My mob rules
You copy
Cool
Ohh Maron
Fucking maricon
You are not a clone
We let money talk
And you Vic damone
This a pick and roll
you b*tches thought you made hits but you missed
Sitting there shopping n sh*t off of wish, call u the queen baby you wish
F*ckn wit me not by a inch
Never said I was perfect but trust me baby I'm worth it
Connected in the circuit
I'm allergic to the circus
I'll curse you out in cursive to show you
and to dip, bitch leave me alone
We know money talks, I'm the young Vic Damone
You just a liability, you niggas injury prone
In a two seater, but the passenger
brother Vic stabbed him with a fork and got flipped on by they're mother
Moms sided with nigga who walked out only 3 months later
No wonder they hate her
mě, chtěla by ha, ha
Kouká na mě, chtěla by zlobit
Normálně prej neni zlobivá tolik
Normálně prеj nedělá tyhle věci
Jenže Smacku, ty jsi tak sexy
Život
stay on a hustle like whenever I need it go get it
Hold me down and you know that I'm splitting it
Got love for the gang and who with me
Grodey forever
(Intro by Vic.O)
Its all about my true life story.
Me Vic.O...I've passed through a lot.
In the hands of women...Noble chief...
Tell me how you
(Alvin) The bass is center solid as a rock
(Christian) When your body starts moving U know U just can't
stop
(Vic) It's played with the soul not just
before me
You were waiting on me
And You said You'd keep me
Never would You leave me
I was made to love
And be loved by You
The dream's alive with
a fucked UP nigga!
Pill poppin, e'rybody fucked up with us
Me and Joey the cottonmouth kings
(I love you baby) What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, sing
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