Chevy Woods, Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa - Vice lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chevy Woods, Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa - Vice lyrics]
TGOD miami Vice, uh
Top off speeding, they say I'm the bad guy
Bitch ass nigga ain't nobody feeling that
You got a whole lot of mouth
I can kill you with a rap
That 16 in the magazine, one chamber in
Can knock as many down as I wanna
Wilt Chamberlain
Yeah, that's bucket seats like a Nascar
View from the beach condo that's the plan
All, yall niggas suffering hard
I'm rolling up, wine glass
Sipping off with a laugh (haha)
Yeah, that's a couple of counts
I don't watch it, I know
I really see the amount
I'm out in Memphis with Juice
We into balling for real
You niggas talk like you scoring
Never out on the field
Never fakers for real
My name good in the spot
Now it's Presidential Suites but
Still keeping it cot no need for the bar
We could send you some shots
I know they mad cus they can't
Afford what's out in that lot, oh
And when it comes to this paper
We getting all it
That means you fucking with gangsters
Soon as we walk in the door
We get the party started
That means you fucking with gangsters
(Trippy niggas, nigga we don't give a fuck)
Hopped up out a brand new Panamera flexing
Mob niggas coming through
Bitch clear the section doobie to my lips
Straps I come equipped living a trippy life
Everyday I'm in the strip
We be throwing hundreds you be throwing ones
We marinate our lean with our blunts
Call my young nigga, what the count read?
Call my young nigga, bring him back to me!
Call my young nigga, he got what you need!
I got high as that bitch Fergie
From the Black Eyed Peas
Make that bitch bite down
Have her dancing on her knees
I treat her like a prostitute
She bringing me a fee (Cash)
Real money get niggas who I hang with
Jackson, Grant, Franklin
People who I came with
I'm still balling, Juicy J will never quit
Broke ass nigga I don't speak your language
And when it comes to this paper
We getting all it
That means you fucking with gangsters
Soon as we walk in the door
We get the party started
That means you fucking with gangsters
(Fly gangsta shit nigga, yeah)
They ain't wanna sell me shit
Now I don't need to buy
Three piece suit clean and I don't even try
Bags to my bitch nigga cus she likes shit
And cash with my niggas
Half of them indicted
That's game recognize game and my niggas know
House shoes on rich Gang stitched in my robe
Fly nigga, just a belt that you tryna price
We getting to it everyday same thing tonight
G shit from the block, you already know
The homie told me we gone get it
Had to let it go
Uh, yeah, been where the weed at
You know I wasn't tripping man
I just couldn't see that
Now I'm trippy, getting faded
Where my drink at?
Beginning at the pack for the cash
You know I lead that
Shit your language, I don't ever speak that
But my homies on the left side
Yeah they see that
And when it comes to this paper
We getting all it
That means you fucking with gangsters
Soon as we walk in the door
We get the party started
That means you fucking with gangsters
Top off speeding, they say I'm the bad guy
Bitch ass nigga ain't nobody feeling that
You got a whole lot of mouth
I can kill you with a rap
That 16 in the magazine, one chamber in
Can knock as many down as I wanna
Wilt Chamberlain
Yeah, that's bucket seats like a Nascar
View from the beach condo that's the plan
All, yall niggas suffering hard
I'm rolling up, wine glass
Sipping off with a laugh (haha)
Yeah, that's a couple of counts
I don't watch it, I know
I really see the amount
I'm out in Memphis with Juice
We into balling for real
You niggas talk like you scoring
Never out on the field
Never fakers for real
My name good in the spot
Now it's Presidential Suites but
Still keeping it cot no need for the bar
We could send you some shots
I know they mad cus they can't
Afford what's out in that lot, oh
And when it comes to this paper
We getting all it
That means you fucking with gangsters
Soon as we walk in the door
We get the party started
That means you fucking with gangsters
(Trippy niggas, nigga we don't give a fuck)
Hopped up out a brand new Panamera flexing
Mob niggas coming through
Bitch clear the section doobie to my lips
Straps I come equipped living a trippy life
Everyday I'm in the strip
We be throwing hundreds you be throwing ones
We marinate our lean with our blunts
Call my young nigga, what the count read?
Call my young nigga, bring him back to me!
Call my young nigga, he got what you need!
I got high as that bitch Fergie
From the Black Eyed Peas
Make that bitch bite down
Have her dancing on her knees
I treat her like a prostitute
She bringing me a fee (Cash)
Real money get niggas who I hang with
Jackson, Grant, Franklin
People who I came with
I'm still balling, Juicy J will never quit
Broke ass nigga I don't speak your language
And when it comes to this paper
We getting all it
That means you fucking with gangsters
Soon as we walk in the door
We get the party started
That means you fucking with gangsters
(Fly gangsta shit nigga, yeah)
They ain't wanna sell me shit
Now I don't need to buy
Three piece suit clean and I don't even try
Bags to my bitch nigga cus she likes shit
And cash with my niggas
Half of them indicted
That's game recognize game and my niggas know
House shoes on rich Gang stitched in my robe
Fly nigga, just a belt that you tryna price
We getting to it everyday same thing tonight
G shit from the block, you already know
The homie told me we gone get it
Had to let it go
Uh, yeah, been where the weed at
You know I wasn't tripping man
I just couldn't see that
Now I'm trippy, getting faded
Where my drink at?
Beginning at the pack for the cash
You know I lead that
Shit your language, I don't ever speak that
But my homies on the left side
Yeah they see that
And when it comes to this paper
We getting all it
That means you fucking with gangsters
Soon as we walk in the door
We get the party started
That means you fucking with gangsters