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VISA
by Marc.Made
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YAY-YAY
Chip on my visa, aye
Swipe that shit, if I like that shit
Just spent me a grip on leisure, mh
Went from "What you wanna be in life"
To making more than all my teachers, aye
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, pink slip
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, uhh
Visa, yeah yeah
Chip on my visa, aye
Swipe that shit if I like that shit
Just spent me a grip on leisure, mh
Went from "What you wanna be in life"
To making more than all my teachers, aye
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, pink slip
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, uhh
Schedule busy got to squeeze in
Hand in a bag full of cheez-it
Seen what you're working with bae
Ain't gonna lie it's decent
Could have been better with me
Better off hitting these streets
I can be your favorite ex bae
Call me Wolverine
Okay, don't associate me with the broke boys
They're bimbos
My pockets stay heavy set
They ain't fat, they're big boned
Shoulder still got a chip on it
My feet grounded, I'm ten toes
Pull up like "waddup doe"
And a stick on me, now limbo
Visa, yeah
Chip on my visa, aye
Swipe that shit if I like that shit
Just spent me a grip on leisure, mh
Went from "What you wanna be in life"
To making more than all my teachers, aye
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, pink slip
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, mh
Count it up, count it up, count it up
I'm with some scholars who don't budge
Equipped with the "no fucks"
Laugh at your little momentum like "so what"
Genetics got no clutch
Pockets on buff
But if I get hungry, might run up on you like it's gold rush
I'm from the deli, we cold-cut
She don't want you, you're tore up
Chose up, when you froze up
I was there to witness, Jehovah
I should jone this nigga
Don't be like Malcolm, he's in the middle
Be like Keanu, he's out the way
At your bean like a sensu kamehame
At your bean like a sensu kamehame, bow
Do away with the broke habits
Clothes janky, but the fro's fashion
Throw middle fingers like Madden before Vick
Stiff arm, get off me, like "oh shit"
Stand up for something, lose both limbs
Snore on these hollows, a pro tip
Tell her to swallow, she loves kids
Pop on a bitch like bubbly
Visa, yeah yeah
Chip on my visa, aye
Swipe that shit, if I like that shit
Just spent me a grip on leisure, uhh
Went from "What you wanna be in life"
To making more than all my teachers, aye
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, pink slip
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, uhh
Visa, yeah
Chip on my visa, aye
Swipe that shit if I like that shit
Just spent me a grip on leisure, uhh
Went from "What you wanna be in life"
To making more than all my teachers, aye
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, pink slip
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, uhh
YAY-YAY
Chip on my visa, aye
Swipe that shit, if I like that shit
Just spent me a grip on leisure, mh
Went from "What you wanna be in life"
To making more than all my teachers, aye
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, pink slip
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, uhh
Visa, yeah yeah
Chip on my visa, aye
Swipe that shit if I like that shit
Just spent me a grip on leisure, mh
Went from "What you wanna be in life"
To making more than all my teachers, aye
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, pink slip
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, uhh
Schedule busy got to squeeze in
Hand in a bag full of cheez-it
Seen what you're working with bae
Ain't gonna lie it's decent
Could have been better with me
Better off hitting these streets
I can be your favorite ex bae
Call me Wolverine
Okay, don't associate me with the broke boys
They're bimbos
My pockets stay heavy set
They ain't fat, they're big boned
Shoulder still got a chip on it
My feet grounded, I'm ten toes
Pull up like "waddup doe"
And a stick on me, now limbo
Visa, yeah
Chip on my visa, aye
Swipe that shit if I like that shit
Just spent me a grip on leisure, mh
Went from "What you wanna be in life"
To making more than all my teachers, aye
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, pink slip
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, mh
Count it up, count it up, count it up
I'm with some scholars who don't budge
Equipped with the "no fucks"
Laugh at your little momentum like "so what"
Genetics got no clutch
Pockets on buff
But if I get hungry, might run up on you like it's gold rush
I'm from the deli, we cold-cut
She don't want you, you're tore up
Chose up, when you froze up
I was there to witness, Jehovah
I should jone this nigga
Don't be like Malcolm, he's in the middle
Be like Keanu, he's out the way
At your bean like a sensu kamehame
At your bean like a sensu kamehame, bow
Do away with the broke habits
Clothes janky, but the fro's fashion
Throw middle fingers like Madden before Vick
Stiff arm, get off me, like "oh shit"
Stand up for something, lose both limbs
Snore on these hollows, a pro tip
Tell her to swallow, she loves kids
Pop on a bitch like bubbly
Visa, yeah yeah
Chip on my visa, aye
Swipe that shit, if I like that shit
Just spent me a grip on leisure, uhh
Went from "What you wanna be in life"
To making more than all my teachers, aye
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, pink slip
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, uhh
Visa, yeah
Chip on my visa, aye
Swipe that shit if I like that shit
Just spent me a grip on leisure, uhh
Went from "What you wanna be in life"
To making more than all my teachers, aye
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, pink slip
Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip, uhh