Lyrics:
To honor the arrival of lil' Wicked Vic
We about to clown that bitch ass
Hahaha
Wicked, wicked, wicked Vic (haha)
Wicked, wicked, wicked Vic
I wrote away to Sears & Roebuck
Ordered me a Silvertone
The Postman brought it on a big black horse
In a paper box four feet long
Oh my Silvertone
the deepest night
Won't see the answer
'Til I see the light
Music
Playing in my brain
Make it louder
Make it drown the pain
Without you I'm silvertone blue
A dirty motor with London plates
Sitting in the gutter outside your silent gates
Vic and Ray, Vic and Ray
Vic and Ray, Vic and Ray
Come
Skateboard, paint the picture
A portrait of the artist formerly known as Vic
I read the signs I was close to overdose like Prince
Picking pill pieces up out
and back
And it will always be good to me
Always be good to me
Always be good to me
Always be good to me
I've got a beat up Silvertone amp
I plug
it to my local MP
He's a Maltese man and he's mowing the lawn my way
Roll over Vic Vella, give me more bales of hay
Roll over Vic Vella, roll over
Vic vic vic VICTORIA!
Vic vic vic VICTORIA!
Vic vic vic VICTORIA!
借我一双手吧
去左右开弓
巧取豪夺 又察言观色
借我一双眼啊
去颠倒黑白
透不过气 把真相融雪中
任海浪冲刷
纷乱中心太过复杂
请带我走吧
我的名字叫
Vic vic
Go get that Lil Wyte album (Yeah)
"Phinally Phamous," in stores now (Yeah)
Frasier Boy new album (Yeah)
"Me Being Me," in stores now (Yeah)
Go get that Lil Wyte album (Yeah)
"Phinally Phamous," in stores now (Yeah)
Frasier Boy new album (Yeah)
"Me Being Me," in stores now (Yeah)
Yo, yeah, dat way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don't sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts
Your artists be taking my
the world I could fully trust
Was my older brother Vic, that's just how it was
Top in the trunk, this for Bankroll and Slim Dunk
I miss that girl Beasley,
Dear Till Family:
As a recording artist
I have always been interested in word play
My lyrics often reference people, places
And events in my music
Víc víc nahlas zívám
Uši už asi nemá
Víc víc háro stříhám
Oči už asi nemá
Víc víc barvy střídám
Už asi vůbec není
Víc víc už neříkám
Už asi vůbec
We could save that shit, this for the kids bro
2015, niggas tired of playin' victim dog
Niggas ain't trying to play vic— TuTu, how many niggas we
Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo
Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo
We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce
Fourteen years
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
just really love Christmas! Two Christmas albums?
Jesus Christ! No pun intended
Am I high? A lil' bit (yeah)
Can I drive? A lil' bit (yeah)
Am I
inspect the sink?)
In the habit of grabbing a mic and babbling, I dabble in the Vic's
But I might just swallow my fucking Ritalin tablet after the night
Víc jsem ti lásky dal, než můžeš nést
Víc, nežli udrží tvá dlaň a pěst
Víc, nežli do uzlíku svážeš snad
Víc jsem ti lásky dal, než má se dát
Víc, než
up 'bout lil' shorty
Hold a nigga down and she tote my Glock 40
Bust her down, ice her out just like my artists
Every time we link, it's like we
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