Sideshow, Na’kel Smith - Vivica lyrics
[Sideshow, Na’kel Smith - Vivica lyrics]
Down Western Ave, do my dash (Skrrt)
With my car too fast (Yeah)
Swerved in your lane, your bad (Uh, huh)
All my bitches too bad (Woo)
Wise nigga like my dad (Yeah)
Wise nigga like my dad (Real talk)
All I know is get bags (Yeah)
Makin' more than your dad (Yeah)
I don't even pop tabs no more
I'm too past that
Niggas love to trip until bro hit
Him with the pass back
If lil bro hit you on the
Then you ain't get no cash back
Fresh up off a
How could I be any less than that
Free bro out the bean
But I'm glad we got my cousin back rIP AJ
It's fucked up that he had
To go through that
Gotta tap back in with family
I'm a bum for that
Too worried where the money at
I'm too smooth to run at that
Too cool with fans to say
Like Flatbed, I freestyle, thеn I go 'head
Then run it back
Down Westеrn Ave, do my dash
With my car too fast
Swerved in your lane, your bad
All my bitches too bad
Wise nigga like my dad
Wise nigga like my dad
All I know is get bags
Makin' more than your dad
Vivica, ain't you been listening baby?
Just try, for me okay, uh
Come on baby, I wanna-
I'm round you way more than you is
Like who is you nigga?
I told Akh it's time to build
So he brought the tool with him
Rae snitched for less time
Took the whole crew with him
My lil brother heart cold
Said he want him deceased
I done did too much dirt
To be out here preachin'
Had to leave him right there
He was out here reachin'
Lay him down, it's an offensive foul
Fuck your defense shot him close range
Man flew from locker room to the bleachers
And I can't fuck no gringo señoritas
I only love Keishas, Vivicas and them Ninas
I got my home girl to set him up
He think with his penis
I ain't the smartest young nigga
But in these streets I'm a genius
To his shorty, he be actin' hard
That shit is a pretense
Why these men love to pretend
Had to greet him with my left
My right is my brief hand nigga
That's how we feel
We die, it's like we 'gon kill one of them
Mhm, mhm
One of them die, 'cause they down for it
They'll get took out
And then guess what happens after
One of them die they come back
Right and then it's a feud 'til
They don't want no more
Until everybody just drop it
But ain't nobody 'gon drop it
With my car too fast (Yeah)
Swerved in your lane, your bad (Uh, huh)
All my bitches too bad (Woo)
Wise nigga like my dad (Yeah)
Wise nigga like my dad (Real talk)
All I know is get bags (Yeah)
Makin' more than your dad (Yeah)
I don't even pop tabs no more
I'm too past that
Niggas love to trip until bro hit
Him with the pass back
If lil bro hit you on the
Then you ain't get no cash back
Fresh up off a
How could I be any less than that
Free bro out the bean
But I'm glad we got my cousin back rIP AJ
It's fucked up that he had
To go through that
Gotta tap back in with family
I'm a bum for that
Too worried where the money at
I'm too smooth to run at that
Too cool with fans to say
Like Flatbed, I freestyle, thеn I go 'head
Then run it back
Down Westеrn Ave, do my dash
With my car too fast
Swerved in your lane, your bad
All my bitches too bad
Wise nigga like my dad
Wise nigga like my dad
All I know is get bags
Makin' more than your dad
Vivica, ain't you been listening baby?
Just try, for me okay, uh
Come on baby, I wanna-
I'm round you way more than you is
Like who is you nigga?
I told Akh it's time to build
So he brought the tool with him
Rae snitched for less time
Took the whole crew with him
My lil brother heart cold
Said he want him deceased
I done did too much dirt
To be out here preachin'
Had to leave him right there
He was out here reachin'
Lay him down, it's an offensive foul
Fuck your defense shot him close range
Man flew from locker room to the bleachers
And I can't fuck no gringo señoritas
I only love Keishas, Vivicas and them Ninas
I got my home girl to set him up
He think with his penis
I ain't the smartest young nigga
But in these streets I'm a genius
To his shorty, he be actin' hard
That shit is a pretense
Why these men love to pretend
Had to greet him with my left
My right is my brief hand nigga
That's how we feel
We die, it's like we 'gon kill one of them
Mhm, mhm
One of them die, 'cause they down for it
They'll get took out
And then guess what happens after
One of them die they come back
Right and then it's a feud 'til
They don't want no more
Until everybody just drop it
But ain't nobody 'gon drop it