Vic Spencer - Victor lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Another Grind House Presentation

Introductin with Dj Booth. net

(Verse)

Fee expenses, with the victimized bucket, and the denim and all

Put me in the game and I'm winning the scratch

In till the beginning, you wack

Well, I'm good, I'm the perpest nigga eva

And I'm just being honest, you not fly, you a feather

Cherry pie niggas, longevity, time skillin'

Chilly, you got a curfew, don't trip when your mom's wit me

Silly lil' nigga, I can take your fan base

I don't want them anyway, all 'em niggas is faky

I could care less about the songs you made

Or who you sound like, your success is a fake

My uncle bless me with the faith

And pour all the bitches, not because of the aim

It's easy me, y'all go home after eating another bitch out

Like it's easy to cheat

Renaming all the pinch, like his snitch lay blues

Old like Bay Ruth, but I'm still gon' shoot

Radio DJs don't play me, so I go to the booth

And spin my shit all night, clear channel, fuck you!

Man, I been through some sheet

Turn more in my life than the Kennedy kid

You can't handle what remedy is

Who's the last man standin'? General Lee

Mah'fucker