letra de vice - tino szn
[intro: tino szn]
(tino szn)
huh
[chorus: tino szn]
snap on this b-tch off the dome, off the end (woo)
you was on perks, i was gone off the red (ahh)
n-ggas try copy, won’t buy what i’m sayin’ (ahh)
count up the racks and we gettin’ to the bread (ooh)
[verse 1: tino szn]
i done did 200k for my total, i’m lit, so i can’t really work with no local
then i bought [?] on my head, its the same ones who told me i need to work on my vocals
please do not talk to me, b-tch i’m not social
i really might takeover, i’m thinking global
hold up
hold up, can’t you point like focal
hold up, brody got a pack like postal
b-tch says they want a freak (yuh)
’cause you don’t want the motherf-ckin’ three-piece (facts)
gettin’ cheese, lemonade, c.c. (yuh)
b-tch, i’m in a sp-ce coupe, you swеrve pt (skkrt-skkrt)
brand new richard mille on my wrist, can’t see mе
i just put some fendi on a b-tch, that riri
hold up
sippin’ that wock it be [?]
i did this sh-t on my own
[pre-chorus]
i can’t feel my face
never ever let a b-tch in my place
and my money old, i call it mysp-ce
so you n-ggas need to give me my sp-ce
bossed up on a b-tch, ho i need [?] in the cla
jay said i be workin’ too much
gotta get the chips like frito lays
[chorus: tino szn]
snap on this b-tch off the dome, off the end (woo)
you was on perks, i was gone off the red (ahh)
n-ggas try copy, won’t buy what i’m sayin’ (ahh)
count up the racks and we gettin’ to the bread (ooh)
[verse 2: $not]
he drive in that whip, don’t get caught like a kennedy (huh)
and i know a n-gga with a couple of felonies (yuh)
n-ggas d-ck ridin’ like they into [?] (uh, uh, uh)
ballin’ so hard i’m off the 2k legacy (uh, uh, uh)
right next to jordan, shootin’ with the .23
tellin’ that b-tch to bend over
win the white forgis and big body rovers (yeah!)
you takin’ my b-tch, well she a leftover (aye!)
weird ass n-ggas f-ckin’ b-tches not sober (haha)
i like my b-tches forty or older (yea)
b-tch stop playin’ it’s not game over (uh-huh)
d-ck so long, tell that b-tch, “get lower”
blunt so big, look like a flamethrower (nah)
my head [?] look like a choker
pull up with a chopper, cut ’em off like a mower (ah, ah, ah)
you said that’s your b-tch, well i know her
[pre-chorus]
i can’t feel my face
never ever let a b-tch in my place
and my money old, i call it mysp-ce
so you n-ggas need to give me my sp-ce
bossed up on a b-tch, ho i need [?] in the cla
jay said i be workin’ too much
gotta get the chips like frito lays
[chorus: tino szn]
snap on this b-tch off the dome, off the end (woo)
you was on perks, i was gone off the red (ahh)
n-ggas try copy, won’t buy what i’m sayin’ (ahh)
count up the racks and we gettin’ to the bread (ooh)
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