VADO - My Team Go lyrics

rate me

My team go, my team go,

we the hottest in the town, let your team know

you don't wanna fuck around when them things blow

we ain't gotta break em down we let the things go.

I had a few celebs for a cine man

was out the Memphis with the map when I've seen the mill

wasn't eating off the rat I ain't seen the mill

I knew my cars off the back, I ain't need the deal.

keep it still on the lab see slab nigga

no need for us to dab more than once nigga

I'm in the club, I play the back I don't front nigga

keep you to the other side like a punk nigga

they told me a little but learned plenty

the way I rap it's clear that bottom first pennies

shirt slimmy the Louie Vuitton worth many

I'll picture perfect Mister perfect Kirk Henny

wasn't working now will work it, serve many

open the work in, and cut the burn the murb any

..the role and don't role

just made a hundred kay on the road, no show.

Hook:

My team go, my team go,

we the hottest in the town, let your team know

you don't wanna fuck around when them things blow

we ain't gotta break em down we let the things go.

My team go, my team go,

six series till they find me in that beam low

chicks lead me winnin like they've never seen dough

risk clearly let it, we're making the clean show.

Who don't floss, Hublot gloss,

in the sleeve of the two piece of the Hugo Boss,

jumping the 9.11 call the new..

before you can ask a question get us to dope cars stupid,

just left us a car, riding through Campton..Kendrick Lamar,

my main can senses the mar, I'm doped up nigga I'm..let me hear just guitar

I'm messed up you a safe flat,

red bean on em when we play tag

I hate it when the palm nigga say swag

I'm stucked on em every day that's why he stay mad

Versace swag sack had Medusa head,

Medusa head I lay em all is what my shooter said

nothing fake about me that's why my own jewel that

even though we talk about me shit I'm used to head

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You hate that chopper wale,

is off a lock you jail it on the block hot as hell,

front pan I'm eyer man when the glock is hell,

a lot of rush to sell, black pocket, pocket skale

and my clue jades but I ain't do rock the bells

I'm with the bricks squal like that click ..yeah

the soldier know if you don't like that sower smell

I burn my building down sayin wait the tower's fell.

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Thanks to serg for correcting these lyrics