Lyrics:
have my respect
America only care about helping ourselves
What are you talking about? America does help
Give them a week of supply and they will be good
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
Reem gon be mad and Vic gon be pissed
But Gigi need AirPods shoutout my lil sis
I'm in the mood for giving
I had to prove I was different
I improve by
V V: This is your reporter Vic Venus,
And we just made contact with the Achilles 13 moonflight
Let's listen in as Commander Rah Rah puts his
spot
Me and willy count up paper and we spark a lot
You gon pull up on my street then you'll all get shot
This fucking skinny white wench can't calm me
this bitch
I got em shook like Vic with a pit
I can't take a loss but I'm taking a risk
I know they gone flop just like a disk
Rolling up while I count
bitches
V.I.C., I'm too silly
I'm the king like I'm Gillie
They don't catch the game I'm spilling
Went through some shit, but now I'm dealing
I can't fuck
mine
Why do I got to be sad
Why can't we have an affair
Why is she unreachable
Why am i invisible
What tha hell I was born for
Why is she platonic love
and Hammer
(Hey, ho) come here, take this duck
Go serve that nigga love and bring my money up
I'm on alert when I work but they forever tryna get me
That's
You can't fade me, you can't fade me
You can't fade me, you can't fade me
Truly, you're a cutie
You know I ain't tryin' to act a fool
And be rude,
a reason
Change your past to present
Seeing is believing
If you can see through the illusion
Your part of the solution
Be yourself
Love yourself
This is
could not smell you
You not a real, and I cannot stand by you I'm ballin' on niggas, I feel like Lil Caillou
All this bread in my pocket, not your cheese
oh
Never gon love her again
Moving it forward get left in the past
Baby I can't even try and pretend
Told you that one night was gon be the last
Them
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
*
For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We're
wanna dub it
Niggas go clubbin' with they wifey and they love it
I go dolo and come home with a buffet
Niggas call me Buffet, first name Warren
I be
heard
I can't tell you everything I'm feeling
More than this
Do you know
What it is? 'Cause
Something has to make us feel this way
Love by
So hard to breathe this air that we call love,
Ain't nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love,
When you get hurt by the one you living for,
So hard to breathe this air that we call love,
Ain't nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love,
When you get hurt by the one you living for,
on the I
Can't watch the speed
Can't be playing with the money
Got mouths to feed
Ima chase the pape in any state
By any means
They said ain't no I in team
outta time
Fuck with Vic we turnin up
Flow so hot it burnin up
Fuck a down we goin up and
Celebrate and pour it up
Shit be on a tumble
But I'm
our game plan together
'cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't lastin' us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no place to go
We can't go back
(gettin' it)
Sign that, thanks for stealin' I'mma kill her
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her
Can't love her, can't
can't get enough
I'm so gone, ooh, I'm feeling this
Like after my first hit, now I can't resist
I love the way you love me, it's so right (so right)
envy me I'm where niggas wanna be
I get silly with the cheese V.I.C my currency
I'm in love with fettuccine call me when you need me
You see I'm finna
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