Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song V.I.C.E.S. , by - Da$h. Song from the album V.I.C.E.S., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hz GLOBAL
Song language: English
V.I.C.E.S. |
| Ask me what my life is |
| Tell them bitches: «bitch my life is 'bout them vices» yeah |
| Said they ask me what my life is |
| I tell them bitches: «bitch my life is 'bout them vices» yeah |
| Yeah… yeah… |
| Yeah |
| Posted wit the homies, smoking dope blunts (dope blunts) |
| Soda in my hand, you know its poured up (poured up) |
| Function got bracking when we showed up (showed up) |
| This my shit, nigga tell the DJ hold up (hold up) |
| Bitch I’m D-A-DOLLA, coming from the 201 |
| With my son, please don’t start the drama |
| Heard he got a gun and bitches run |
| When they see me in the spot, burning pot |
| No I’m what you’re not |
| I pour fo’s in a yola colored drop, Dolla |
| Daddy grab grass, throat burn from that Cognac |
| Red bone and her ass fat, got a backwood of that thrax pack |
| Said I made it here, I ain’t going back |
| Getting paid off of fucking rap |
| Said I made it here, I ain’t going back |
| Getting paid off of fucking rap |
| And I ride with my niggas |
| Go hit the lick and get high with my niggas |
| Worse come to worse then I die with my niggas |
| Shit, see thats the rules, know how I do |
| Eighth Letter Crew, look where we rule |
| You niggas food, we making moves, act like you knew, shit |
| And them hoes is steady asking what my life is |
| I tell them bitches «bitch my life about them vices nigga» |
| And them hoes is steady asking what my life is |
| I tell them bitches «bitch my life about them vices» yeah |
| And now I’m driving drunk, the women say I’m tripping |
| All of them bars I took is fucking with my vision |
| PCH in front the steering wheel I’m gripping |
| The only thing that’s on my mind |
| I hope the boys don’t catch me slipping yikes |
| Three of them think they straight |
| Other two, I think they dikes |
| Prolly only know 'em for the night |
| Couple weeks if I do fuck 'em right |
| Never die, just like my name is Christ |
| Swear to god I love my fucking life |
| Wrote me a kite and then I sent it to Maverick |
| He wrote me back and told me «let these niggas have it» |
| Raps turn into cabbage |
| Tabs under my tongue sent me on trips without the baggage |
| Psychedelic savage, doing damage |
| Jacket from a rhino, still fuck the five’o |
| Driving still, eyes low |
| Minds moving fast but I rhyme slow |
| Push the motto, dead the bottle… Hz nigga |