Vic Spencer - A Blog Write-Up lyrics

rate me

Ah

Vic Spenser

Know what I mean?

Fucking crazy

None of these niggas wanna fuck with us

(Verse)

Flip back on this lyrical rap shit

Knock you out, I don't spill true nap shit

I'm with a chick drinking wine

I don't even wanna fuck cause a beat on my mind

Leave a tip at the bar, not cash

Told the bartender that her breath was like ass

Now I gotta deal with booty rappers

It's my duty to deal with all you fruity in the basket

Picnicing and shit, none these fake lyrics splitting yo' ribs

The flow get watered, the beat get shattered

The flow is a part of the saying I had it

Welcome to the V.I. habitat

Grandma hope you got any in you, with yo' battery ass

Talkin' to cops, with your tattling ass

Dick blew out the fountain too fast,

You will be the laugh of the past

I got a whole different outlook

My own lane in the victim ass routbook

The other niggas driving with caution

The young niggas not God, or bosses

Old niggas run yur life

Payed to get raw, fights with that money off that night(?)

You don't have to hear me function

You broke? You can't pay for your highschool landing

Cry-baby ass niggas, I got a duffle of onions