Текст песни Vice - Juicy J , Chevy Woods , Wiz Khalifa
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
chain
brin
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
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2 Vice
3 Shine
4 Outchea
5 Jacksonville
6 Hazelwood
7 U.S.A.
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