Artel Carter - Victor (VA to LA) lyrics
rate meHey check it!
Hey, what you know about that South Side?
Rebel shit when my niggas are about that paper
Take a look straight up, no chaser
Want a woman bad, but I will never chase her
High as angel, and I’mma hell raise her
Fuck you bitch, I’m going major
And I flow shot like a mother fucking razor.
Five hundred for the zone, get your waiter
Just rocking showing and…
Dominican girls, they love this nigga
Pulling myself, see my hate get bigger
With my hand on the bigger that’s the way a nigga think
If I want it, it can have it, bitches started…
Breaks it down and she rose it tall
How about we boy count weed?
I say I burn it all!
Check that!
Hey, you can catch me with my head back to my seat back
And my music loud and my weed set
And we roll up and we roll out
See them killers ass dope bring the…
That home girl stomp when I’m blowing out
Never worry about what a nigga talking about
Cause I’m usually what a bitch talking about
So what you’re talking about?
Yeah, I fucked your bitch
Let me show you how to pimp?
Now a lady get it with the … and a limb
Whole game bad, lady going on a trip
Ladies all… but I never lose a grip
Bitch get loud when she sees us in the spot
Keep your… seat, popping bottles on the yacht
She breaks it down and she rose it…
How about we boy count weed,
I stay, we burn it out!
She say, I tell I love you
I told her that I love me too
You’re nothing like ‘em other dudes!
Girl, don’t get too comfortable!
It’s a shame you let me touch your heart
Give it to me whole, and I left it in parts
Girl, you was doomed from the start
Lie down, say, don’t trust these hoes
I’m heart cold like a body in the morgue
With a heart in my hand, all the pennies on the floor
I was on to the next, for she made it to the door
For she made it to the door!
Yeah for she made it to the door
With a heart in my hand, all the pennies on the floor
I was on to the next, for she made it to the door, yeah!
(I want a husband
I want a husband
I want a husband)
