Vice Lyrics - Gangland - Chevy Woods

TGOD 

Miami Vice 

Uh 

Top off speeding, they say I'm the bad guy 

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 

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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 

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 

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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 

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 

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