Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Like a V Neck, artist - ItsTheRealDate of issue: 25.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Like a V Neck |
| Never turn down, we accept rejects |
| Whole team shooting fouls, got three techs |
| Everybody with us at the bank, cashing G-checks |
| Crew so deep, looking like a V Neck |
| Jeff: |
| Where’d I get all these bros? |
| Not my dad |
| But we’re looking for new talent, check the wanted ad |
| So many friends on the side, the boat’s tipping over |
| Get into an accident, I got some organ donors |
| Every time we hit the block, bring the floats |
| We’re a tumor; |
| a growth hard to diagnose |
| And O-line, a D-line, my team fills up the Bee Line |
| Head to the back, and put the bus on recline |
| Dudeliest Catch, Judd Apatow’s attached |
| We hang out in the streets, and then the streets collapse |
| Faces next to faces, I don’t know half the names |
| Someone pay attention, make sure everybody came |
| Swarming like locusts, we’re so hard no to notice |
| Bring the noise, bring the funk, like Mr. Holland’s Opus |
| The riot cops come out when we’re playing Solitaire |
| Put your friends against mine, we’re not playing fair |
| Eric: |
| Surrounded by my dogs because I’m man’s best friend |
| King of the block, I got a good rate at the Mandarin |
| Matching shirts and Nikes, looking like a cult |
| Whole gang nuts, word to Charles Schultz |
| Credit, we don’t sweat it, when I win, we win |
| Ruff riding at Soul Cycle, when I spin we spin |
| Dozens of best friends forever, it’s like we copied 'em |
| Corporate retreat, trust falls, we bodied 'em |
| Women loving the crew, like your outfit tight |
| Saying goodnight to everybody takes an extra night |
| When anyone of us succeeds, we all suffer |
| My crew the sickest, allergic to peanut butter |
| My homies ride, we caravan like Kendrick cover |
| Emergency bontacts, ball them my Blood brothers |
| Living a movie in which everybody stunts |
| We all eating, Marky Mark and the Funky Brunch |
| Bun B: |
| I’m moving through the city, I’m rolling with my crew |
| When we pull up the party, man, they don’t know what to do |
| I came with more people than the club can even hold |
| And more cars than they can park, this shit’s outta control |
| We walk inside the building, knocking people out the pathway |
| Taking over sections, didn’t even meet 'em halfway |
| They ask us what we drinking; |
| we ask you what you got |
| Then we buy up all your liquor till the last fucking shot |
| I’m rolling with a lot of G’s, man, ain’t no pretending |
| It’s gon' be shoulder to shoulder if Bun is in attendance |
| We fall up in the function and then it’s getting fucking hot |
| I can say the reason why; |
| ItsTheReal better fucking not |
| I put a call up to the homies and they all came |
| Deeper than a crowd at a Super Bowl ballgame |
| It ain’t no shame to my game so don’t you try me |
| And shout out to the Million Man March walking behind me |