Vice lyrics
TGOD
Miami Vice Uh Top off speeding, they say I'm the bad guy [Verse 1: Chevy Woods] Bitch ass nigga ain't nobody feeling that You got a whole lot of mouth, I can kill you with a rap That 16 in the magazine, one chain brin Can knock as many down as I wanna, Wilt Chamberlain Yeah, that's bucket seats like a Nascar View from the beach condo that's the plan All, yall niggas suffering hard I'm rolling up, wine glass, sipping off with a laugh (haha) Yeah, that's a couple of counts I don't watch it, I know, I really see the amount I'm out in Memphis with Juice, we into balling for real You niggas talk like you scoring, never out on the field Never fakers for real, my name good in the spot Now it's Presidential Suites but still keeping it cot No need for the bar, we could send you some shots I know they mad cus they can't afford what's out in that lot, Oh [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] And when it comes to this paper, we getting all it That means you fucking with gangsters Soon as we walk in the door we get the party started That means you fucking with gangsters [Verse 2: Juicy J] Trippy niggas, Nigga we don't give a fuck Hopped up out a brand new Panamera flexing Mob niggas coming through Bitch clear the section Doobie to my lips Straps I come equipped Living a trippy life, everyday I'm in the strip We be throwing hundreds You be throwing ones We marinate our lean with our blunts Call my young nigga, what the count read? Call my young nigga, bring him back to me! Call my young nigga, he got what you need! I got high as that bitch Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas Make that bitch bite down Have her dancing on her knees I treat her like a prostitute, she bringing me a fee (Cash) Real money get niggas who I hang with Jackson, Grant, Franklin, people who I came with I'm still balling, Juicy J will never quit Broke ass nigga I don't speak your language [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] And when it comes to this paper, we getting all it That means you fucking with gangsters Soon as we walk in the door we get the party started That means you fucking with gangsters [Verse 3: Chevy Woods] Fly gangsta shit nigga, yeah They ain't wanna sell me shit, now I don't need to buy Three piece suit clean and I don't even try Bags to my bitch nigga cus she likes shit And cash with my niggas Half of them indicted That's game recognize game and my niggas know House shoes on Rich Gang stitched in my robe Fly nigga, just a belt that you tryna price We getting to it everyday Same thing tonight G shit from the block, you already know The homie told me we gone get it, had to let it go Uh, yeah, been where the weed at You know I wasn't tripping man, I just couldn't see that Now I'm trippy, getting faded, where my drink at? Beginning at the pack for the cash, you know I lead that Shit your language, I don't ever speak that But my homies on the left side, yeah they see that [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] And when it comes to this paper, we getting all it That means you fucking with gangsters Soon as we walk in the door we get the party started That means you fucking with gangsters
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