Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song V.I.C.E.S., artist - Da$h. Album song V.I.C.E.S., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |