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said, nah, tell'em, tell'em I'm sick, I need me a Vicks Fucked up the club and now I'm too lit I'm on a hundred, I ain't even shift Hoe I'm fly no cape
Mercedes Got bars competition gon hate number one draft pick Glock throw bullets like quarterback Mike Vick Hit them in the chest or the back with an ice
of my steppers is lit I'm putting seven inside of my seven put that in his back like Mike Vick Yeah his back like Mike Vick Yeah his back like Mike Vick
shaker, like Vick's vapor I wanna fuckin ruuuuuub it Louisville slug it hit em with a right left, it's goooooone Tell every last one of ya girls how good it
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
about to open up a mothafuckin’ store Hustle to get rich The only thing lesser than O’s is Mike Vick’s That’s 7 grams for you fools who ain’t hip Y’all
like Bubbachuck in kente When we can't hit the league we let the streets mislead and dictate And there is no I in team but can you read the I on Vick's
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
but I'm on my shit today Slap a seven right on my back, say I'm feelin' like Vick today They say it's dog food in they hood, well we gone blitz today
real, no Money don’t make a nigga real I was real as fuck when I ain’t have shit (yeah yeah) I ain’t took a loss since my nigga Vick was quarterbackin’
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
came 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
(aye, bic bic) My diamonds cooler like Vick's (ice) Running shit like Michael Vick (yeah) My shooters stay in the mix (piped) Henny-champagne mix (yeah)
iallafall i (mm mm) mitt bästa skick Förlåt min sprattlande arm, men gammalt rappar-trick Är mer glidig än Klick vick, vick, vick en sicken slick grabb
insufficient funds And u hungry as shit I got yo back dawg Ain't talkn vick I often wonder can my pen and pad Give me what I never had Last come first First come
Essa vai todas novinhas que gostam de mexer afronta suas amigas que hoje eu quero ver dj Vick ta tocando, vai te fazer mexer pode vir sua danada
That's what I hear from the vicks I bet I don't flow as quick as you lick chicks Please, think I'm sweater than peas? I flick em like fleas At ease,
[VERSE 1] Sucker wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em black kicks Mufflin up the mic with funky black licks Tricks, I be rippin em like hocus
change Prolly run a train On her Im not a gorilla a ape in This Speak up brick i missed ray Vick's face Wit clips 2 clinched fists break yo shit Im nice
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.
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