| Vacay!
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| Vacay!
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| Vacay!
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I don’t sweat her texts (no) my life is a test (test, yeah)
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| Takes a little effort (effort) makes a lot of stress (uh huh, stress)
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| Supposed to be this way (way) who could lead the way? |
| (way)
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| Them shades a couple K’s (K's) we don’t see the same (Uh-huh)
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| Do I need a name? |
| (fame) Do we flee from fame (name)
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| Now that’s a cold case (case) and I see the same (same)
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| You’re supposed to be the king (king) let me see your wings (wings)
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| Spread the gospel goal (goal) and let freedom ring
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| I swear it’s so amazin'
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| I swear it’s so amazin'
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| Yeah I feel like on vacation
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| They wanna be me, I ain’t dead yet, no
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| You wanna ride you need a spaceship
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| Ay baby, don’t get impatient, no
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| Gotta hustle til you make it, Lord
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| Yeah, I swear it’s so amazin'
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| Yeah, cruising in my own lane, had to take the scenic route
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| My reality is what most you niggas dream about
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| Fake niggas only ride for you when they need the clout
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| They leave your ass for dead when you’re bleedin' out
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| Look, but blood thicker than water, that’s word to my daughter
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| This year is where I had to draw up all of my borders
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| I’m bossed up, I used to take their orders
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| They ain’t wanna pay attention now they can’t afford us, yeah
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| I made a milli' in the first quarter on the hush, yeah
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| Plus this my Jordan year, bitch I’m just warmin' up, yeah
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| I ain’t in a rush, that’s just, my adrenaline flowin'
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| I drop the top just so they can see the melanin glowin'
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| Like fuck the cops, uh, posted on the block like Giannis
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| I promise, they call me Mr. Brooklyn’s Finest
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| I’m, feelin' like I’m Yeezy with the shutter shades
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| Can’t tell me nothing, in my stuntin' phase, wait 'til all them hunnids made
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| I swear it’s so amazin'
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| I swear it’s so amazin'
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| Yeah I feel like on vacation
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| They wanna be me, I ain’t dead yet, no
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| You wanna ride you need a spaceship
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| Ay baby, don’t get impatient, no
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| Gotta hustle til you make it, Lord
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| Yeah, I swear it’s so amazin'
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I just got back from Australia
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| Wildin' out, getting double, my la familia
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| Zombie Gang, Gang, Gang, can’t say a word
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| Who wanna bang, bang, bang? |
| I’m Pops Wayans' cause
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| Got a blade on my tongue, dirty nine on my side
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| Ratchet from over seas, mail order bride
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| I’m the shit like my momma gave birth out her asshole
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| Ammunition, wrapped around my body like Rambo
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| Shout out to my main chick, side chick and mistress
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| Same shit, love you girl, just handle yo business
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| Got blood on my Fendi joggers, watch me mix-match designer
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| I just wanna spend 4/20 with Rihanna
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| Throw her over my shoulder then bring her back to my island
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| Then put her legs over my head like a Hurricanrana
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| I’m prolly the realest nigga to climb out a vagina (too real)
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| Now does that sound like a good vacation or am I wildin'?
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| I swear it’s so amazin'
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| I swear it’s so amazin'
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| Yeah I feel like on vacation
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| They wanna be me, I ain’t dead yet, no
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| You wanna ride you need a spaceship
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| Ay baby, don’t get impatient, no
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| Gotta hustle til you make it, Lord
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| Yeah, I swear it’s so amazin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vacation , by - Flatbush Zombies. Song from the album Vacation In Hell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп