woah vicky - ji beats lyrics
oh, you tired of that n*gga, baby? come and f*ck with me
gave this b*tch d*ck once, now the b*tch stuck with me
i’m smokin’ on some super glue, got my fingers feelin’ sticky
i’m sliding with my white b*tch, lookin’ like woah vicky
i got bands comin’ in, b*tch, you can’t f*ck with me
gave this b*tch d*ck once, now the b*tch stuck with me
n*gga talkin’ on the gang, we hoppin’ out with some semi’s
i just bought out saks fifth b*tch, you n*ggas shop at tilly’s, huh
b*tch, you can’t afford what i wear
i’m hoppin’ out with the gang, they throwin’ fours up in the air
they tried to close the doors on me, had to force my way up there
they try to stab me in the back, i had to act like i don’t care, huh
f*ck it, d*mn, i guess that’s just reality
i just took an eighth of shrooms, now i’m tryna fight gravity
i just poppеd another oxy, i’m tryna fight bad habits
i’m at saks, lookin’ for new drops, i gotta have it
granny has to raisе a n*gga, dad was a crack addict
dropped out of school, but i’m still good with mathematics
f*ck around, hack into your bank account and subtract
gx2 on my hip, you will never catch me lackin
gx2 on my hip, b*tch, i’m slidin’ with a taurus
thousand dollar denim tears fit on, like a florist
if i take another oxy, then i’m movin’ like a tortoise
b*tch, you can’t keep up, b*tch, you n*ggas better forfeit
b*tch gave me some money, i ain’t even have to force it
blue bapes on my feet, but they lookin’ like some forces
i’m gettin’ money by the truck, i’m gettin’ money by the forklift
left the lighter at the crib, so the blunt, i had to torch it
i’m smoking on a backwood, b*tch, i don’t do the swisher
i’m sippin’ on some lean, huh, cause i don’t do the liquor
i like to take risks, cause i like my money comin’ quicker
i just let my b*tch go, you the type a n*gga miss her
oh, you tired of that n*gga, baby? come and f*ck with me
gave this b*tch d*ck once, now the b*tch stuck with me
i’m smokin’ on some super glue, got my fingers feelin’ sticky
i’m sliding with my white b*tch, lookin’ like woah vicky
i got bands comin’ in, b*tch, you can’t f*ck with me
gave this b*tch d*ck once, now the b*tch stuck with me
n*gga talkin’ on the gang, we hoppin’ out with some semi’s
i just bought out saks fifth b*tch, you n*ggas shop at tilly’s, huh
b*tch, you can’t afford what i wear
i’m hoppin’ out with the gang, they throwin’ fours up in the air
they tried to close the doors on me, had to force my way up there
they try to stab me in the back, i had to act like i don’t care, huh
f*ck it, d*mn, i guess that’s just reality
i just took an eighth of shrooms, now i’m tryna fight gravity
i just popped another oxy, i’m tryna fight bad habits
i’m at saks, lookin’ for new drops, i gotta have it (oh i need that)
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