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Vice Lyrics - Chevy Woods Songs Lyrics

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TGOD
Miami vice, Uh, Top off speeding
They say i’m the bad guy

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

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

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

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

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

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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