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letra de vip - bak jay

[intro]
n-gga, i [?] ([?])
ooh, i’m feelin’ like vip
([?])
(d-mn, [?])

[chorus]
anywhere that i step, i’m feelin’ like vip, hop out, all the eyes on me
.223, b-tch, i see his face when he bleed, lil’ bro ‘nem gon’ do it for free
he ain’t gon’ flex it whenever we come
don’t do no textin’, i like to bump guns
want a bag on my head, but they ain’t got no funds
steady speakin’ on red, finna call up the don

[verse]
i just got me some drank with a brand-new double cup, spilled it all in the backseat
shy, under cover, that b-tch is a freak
gmg in the ‘wood, tryna leave ’em deceased
i be takin’ these drugs, you can call me a fiend
double back on my cousin and fled the whole scene
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout sh-t, not a b-tch, not a thing
we ain’t goin’ for nothin’, ain’t no coppin’ pleas
she f-ckin’ on me and my brother but sayin’ she love me, oh, this b-tch lyin’
we just got the drop at 8, i tell bro ‘nem, “we spinnin’ at 9”
don’t want your love, i just f-ck and decline
actin’ too tough and get hit with that nine
don’t wanna bump, why the f-ck n-ggas hidin’?
do his ass bad if a f-ck n-gga try it
they gon’ be mad if i pop my sh-t
f-ck around, crash every car that i get
music too loud, then i’m fast than a b-tch
blow at the crowd, better stay out the mix (stay out the way)
why the f-ck is you crankin’? i call up the members, go give ’em a spankin’
that switch get to jumpin’, this drac’ get to bangin’
i ain’t tryna talk, i ain’t makin’ arrangements
tell his daddy to get him, he just started claimin’
they gon’ be mad if i pop my sh-t
f-ck around, crash every car that i get
music too loud, then i’m fast than a b-tch (skrrt, skrrt)
blow at the crowd, better stay out the mix
why the f-ck is you crankin’? i call up the members, go give ’em a spankin’
that switch get to jumpin’, the drac’ get to bangin’
i ain’t tryna talk, i ain’t makin’ arrangements
tell his daddy to get him, he just started claimin’
[chorus]
anywhere that i step, i’m feelin’ like vip, hop out, all the eyes on me
.223, b-tch, i see his face when he bleed, lil’ bro ‘nem gon’ do it for free
he ain’t gon’ flex it whenever we come
don’t do no textin’, i like to bump guns
want a bag on my head, but they ain’t got no funds
steady speakin’ on red, finna call up the don

[outro]
steady speakin’ on red, finna call up the members
call up the members, they finna go get ’em
i call up the members, they finna go k!ll ’em
ayy, ayy, ayy, go

- bak jay

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