Lyrics:
ball like that
Uuuuuu I got a fresh new tat
Yeah yeah I'm nice like that
I'm the king of vice city you can check my stat
Uuuuuu I ball like that
Uuuuuu I
to give it up it's the only thing I trust
Do me a kindness, tell me that you're honest
Do you lie when you tell me 'bout your vices
Every king
you lil niggas ain't ready
Tommy Vercetti, king of the vices, ain't got no morality
Just got out the pen, back in the game, this shit knows no end
Flew
Mandem never been nice
Psych, look
Everything come with a price
After the cheese like mice
Always been that king
Never go vice
Never go against me
Mandem never been nice
Psych, look
Everything come with a price
After the cheese like mice
Always been that king
Never go vice
Never go against me
the vice of kings
Stamp down the wrelched weak
Conqueror - Conqueror - Conqueror
You are not of the slaves that perish
Pity them not
Tear down that
When usurping tyrants fall
An unsullied maid baffles his seductions and his ire
Pines in the poison
Compassion is the vice of kings
Stamp down
the vice of kings
Stamp down the wrelched weak
Conqueror - Conqueror - Conqueror
You are not of the slaves that perish
Pity them not
Tear down that
Half awake Iïve gotten old
I got the gum card of every sin
Sent for the Christ to win
Deviltry
Some simple deviltry
Black deviltry
The vice of kings
and human spirit do not correspond to his aesthetics
This is the syphilis of the mind Pity is the vice of Kings he Stated
Chorus:
Crowley a Black Sado
Crip niggas, Blood niggas, ese's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these
Crip niggas, Blood niggas, ese's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these
Breakin' out,
About to shout
Feel the need for one more round
Don't you struggle, try to bite
You want some trouble, I'm the king of vice
I'm
Don't you dare care about this fools
Feel only few, just let them die
For pity is the vice of kings
I want a cruel, dominating youth
DEUS EST HOMO
breathing)
I'm on the beat fuck Makayla King
Vice and the president cooking up something sweet (I'm so sweet)
Brady Biggs ain't so big when Jerry's on
Stop
for my folks, vice, lords, and kings
All the trappers, future rappers, standin' out on the blocks
Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a knot
Crip niggas, Blood niggas, ese's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these
Heureusement le King, délivre
Remix mes vices en victoires
Heureusement le King, ne quitte
Pas celui qui lui livre sa vie voir
J'suis pas le héro de mon histoire
guerrilla vice grip
Latin Kings ice pick
God's reppin' with Muslims keep Islam safe
What's your fate yo?
What do you believe what do you know?
Slow it
Seven years in a dorm working towards that 9-5 workforce
Was torturous but a blessing
Gave the king time to develop
Reading books
Writing rhymes
Seeking
I got a uh
We all got vices...
Jag, Tres Reyes
That. Boy!
I got a vice
I got a vice
It’s all in my hands, I live for the thrill, a roll
Young Black Man Tryna
Get To Heaven
I'm gonna get my vibe
I'm gonna get my shine
I'm gonna get my light
I'm gonna get my vice
I'm gonna get my vibe
Walk a little
No steps connect unless you tag another with you
Got a heart 'll hit you harder than a heart of kings
Vice verse and curse you
eclipsed the age of nine,
I was in for change moved to the other side,
Went from everybody six to now everybody five
Kings
Vice Lords
Foes
And Stones
No lie
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