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Season of Da' Vick

Aiyo, Tim and 'em, yeah Tim from Down South
Came to see what ya'll niggas, was talkin' about
So yo, stop all the ego trippin'
Yuh

Talking like i'm slick
Coughing like i'm sick
Tossed em like i'm Vick
Yeah
Talking like i'm slick
Coughing like i'm sick
Tossed em like i'm vic
Ha ha ha ha ha, Steels
You bout to catch this vick
Yo, you bout to catch this vick

Old sad ballads and gun permits was invalid
Raspberry
This that rich shit, I eat fish and grits
Catch me boolin' with my dogs, just like Michael Vick
I don't give no damn if they throw it off, I won't
Pon e el Vick a la cuchara
Que quiero una paniqueada
Traite el bote con ceniza
Que allá en santa es lo que rifa

Traite un foco pa' la eriza
Y
humping on the matress 

hard like I was fuckin 

I realized I was dreaming 

then I got up 

I hit the Vick's inhaler 

'cause my nose was stuffed up
them flicks on the fridge

Them niggas that you think are inna mix with ya shit
They the same reason Michael Vick's doin' biz
I say hold up, I met
it's nothin, my crew and half dozens
That's cause we scramble, like we Vick's half cousins
Booooy! and get ya mind right nigga
We gon' put you
that you think are inna mix with ya shit
They the same reason Michael Vick's doin' biz
I say hold up, I met you, I was thuggin' back then
And you was
Secrets
And your body I won't misguide mistreat or mislead it
Hate it up, love it, they can't cut it, so strut it
Number one shaker, like Vick's vapor I
on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man

Ya had me stressin
before rap so everbody know me
Chase Jus down cut his head the motherfucker owe me
Vick's spinning, Cheek's was the hottest rapper in the hood
I ain't
Thought this shit was sweet, I left his ass on a stretcher
I don't catch feelings, I'm too busy catching death tolls

I'm a dog like Michael Vick
I used
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
from the sticks and moved to the bricks
You can't fix this 'cause I'm in the same mix
Guess I'm in the air you can smell me like Vicks
This chicks
Remember that song called "Kill me"
From Vick Timm's last LP
Too much of a risk
For a golden disc

The price he paid for money
Ce soir, Ce soir
lawyers screaming, Yahtzee
Who the fuck can stop me run away freight train
Mike Vick's redemption, big doggin like a great dane
12 cylinders 50 grams
And my dick's been sucked by many lips
Many tips, or many vicks, many sticks
And left the god with plenty chips

He got many whips, many clips, many
(Till I get there)
I'm still living like a four dollar vick. (Jumping off the world)
(Till I get there)
A lot of trouble four a little bit of win.
Michael Jackson ain't white... whatever
And Venus and Serena done beat mo white girls
Than O.J. and Rick James put together
Now Michael Vick's the new black
One of the few dogs that pulled through the Mike Vick fia
Yo my fault man, my fault

One of the few dogs that pulled through the Mike Vick fiasco
ugh you had me open like Vick's vapor rub
Nick made you love, den wakin' up, you hook you're egg and bacon up
Nick got chicks feelin' really really
you find me
Since Michael Vick was our quarterback
We've been snapping like some fucking starter caps
Lemon Pepper, wet my drums and flats, extra

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