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letra de the newport 500 - vic spencer

verse 1: vic spencer

vic is a b-st-rd vic is a savage vic is fantastic
cover my head up with plastic i’m still rapping
attacking my predators me myself and i are the compet-tors
off with ya scull, that’s how i got ahead of ya
line them f-cking weak -ss n-ggas up in a line like jordan
take two of my bars and call my -ss in the mornin
g file sh-t for real, flow ill, sneakers kosher dill.
potent k!ll right after the social meal
give me 50 seconds and the weapon will be loaded to shoot
shoot the tree off the boot how you running for the loot?
blow fruit with chick name chiquita
she sucking on my banana before she say nice to meet ya.
theyooon een get it, i f-ck up albums with one snippet
i’m very gifted not a christian so my daddy is christmas
pay all my enemies a friendly visit.
i break up weed on the hottest rapper concert ticket
send out my look-a-like for promo, sp-ced the f-ck out like hanz solo.
the l producto look just like a churro
newport goose and pineapple juice in a starbucks mug
she stay close to my crib but she far from a sl-t
kool-aid in the the stanley cup for the hood guzzlers
you fruitbase you too late eat sulfate suck it up
monster mike for prezi i’m blazin’ with justin and yesi
my wave crack a levy i like my chick thick as sh-t like effey.

verse 2: monster mike

ridin round with some -ssh0l-s, they just tryna #freec-sso,
i’m just tryna cake a lil bit with the lil b-tch with the -ss though
i’m a cheesehead f-ck the pack tho, really really love the pack tho
ant back finna go crazy, i ain’t that crazy, miss zack tho,
he a young n-gga with a old soul, f-ck n-ggas want no smoke
all the stain boys be my main boys, all the lame boys got no hoes
if they found some then them hoes dry i can merch them n-ggas got no hose
got the perfect lyrics and my flow cold, need a verse i need about 4 os
even though i got a lotta cuties, never naked got a lotta nudies,
i just really do a lotta coolin, sorry baby she was talkin to me
know it ain’t really sh-t, really sh-t, if it is then i’m gone
really hate a b-tch, never chase a b-tch, all that sh-t trayvon,
all that sh-t just borin, i ah rather rap start tourin
get a vape i ain’t finna torch sh-t, try to beat x with a torchic,
like firefighters but i hate police, they just gotta stay away from me
ion care i got my gang with me all the 197s hang with me
that be obvi, that’s forever that’s that sh-t right where my arm be
and my other arm, you know ion be drawin word to sante,
smokin dope we do it often, finna tweak like we be coughin
i be high as h-ll for real like i think i weed might by problem
that be crazy, but i think it’s cool i be goin crazy,
i be tweakin i be listenin to my sh-t like this amazin,
i be chillin with the chillum if i’m missin it facin
love my n-ggas but i been in love with facin
(#philme)

(beat changes)

verse 3: vic spencer

i love it when my b-ttons is pressed
cliche n-ggas wear lrg to panda express
eating chicken watching sundays best,
throwing up on this beat the grind house is a mess
cram slam bars in a medicine chest
produce lettuce d-mn i’m ahead of the rest
n-ggas don’t stand a chance n-gga you weak you couldn’t stand on ants
after i beat ya -ss i do my own war dance
rest in peace to lil keytwaun, my group home n-gga
i wish i had the the power for him to regain vigor
victor the pick of the litter you need to consider
i don’t do yom kipper gyro burger from wicker
had a dream i signed to stones throw made the news
and then the haters a throw stones at the god like jews
choke em out with his confederate flag
finish ya life with a shovel and bag
i know these f-ckin devils is mad

- vic spencer

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