paroles de chanson bardemic - Vy

I got two cases of cold in my wallet
Credit card bill that scare the accountant
Foreign broad menage trois I pilot
Four five grams of blow in my socket

I'm cruising
Flying with the devil
Dab the homie up
And started plotting on an angel
Told him ill be back
And went on over to a table
Grab another bottle
Then I sip it till I'm able

To loosen up the brain
Lil insane
Fuck about fame
Do it so they fear my name
Who is gonna block me
I'm a shaq em in the paint
If you try to stop me
I'm a Kobe in these veins

Quarter on the clock
Q in my sock
Smoking on the pot
Like a kettle when its hot
No I'm not addicted
But the smell is my cologne
Never needed help
I'm a roll it on my own

Hunnid pound blunt for the baseline
Heavy punch line in the limelight
Take one plug to shine in the nightlight
Dark bedrooms got stories that might right
Wrongs that are told in places with bright light
Huh what's that like?
Truth in a place where hoes get dick like
I get gold while scheming a zeitgeist
What the fuck is that
The fact of the cap is the fax on a map
In the game we the same
But you lame what a shame
With a bar ima star
Turning beat into cars
Using words giving cure
To a bro who in hold
Letting know you a g
Give a f to the z
Cause the m to the e
Got bored of the b
So let me just say
That man with a plan
Don't stop for a beat

Who is you?
I got rhythm
You are a fool
When it bounces
Shake the room
When I catch it
Hit the stu

Who is you?
Bricks on Bricks
I laid the proof
That's when Vy
Is on the mic
All these pussies
Its on sight