Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vintage Jae, artist - Jae Millz. Date of issue: 04.02.2013
Song language: English
Vintage Jae |
| Yea |
| Millzie |
| This is that |
| Soon as you hit the highway turn it up |
| Step on the gas soon as you light your blunt |
| My homey been locked up since '97 |
| Just came home causin havoc, callin 911 |
| Just last night on the block heard he emptied his weapon |
| Same thing he went to jail for in '97 |
| Talk stupid, get a dome checker |
| Spray your with the AK, that’s my home wrecker |
| I’m long gone |
| Posted uptown in New York |
| Smoking Cali with the South Beach, the bronze on |
| That was a random bar but it was hella clever |
| Sorta like a finished puzzle well put together |
| Bedrock must’ve brainwashed niggas |
| On how I used to wash niggas, squash niggas |
| Yea, yoga zoomin with the flow |
| Fuck truancy, I’ll take em to school if they don’t go |
| No matter where I go I’m in a brand new, came deep |
| I know the spirit a star but I thank it |
| Hit the kill switch, this that black out kill shit |
| Lusty shanker, them gangsters is who I been with |
| Hundred pounds in an hour, yea that’s a real flip |
| Hit the club and serve molly, we on that pill shit |
| Ha, that potent music in my 6 |
| Spendin dead presidents, presidential my wrist |
| I fucked your bitch, home wrecker |
| Text playin, you playin the chrome |
| Watch it, Millz talk to em |
| Yo, I’m like could hold you those pops |
| I got too much pride to work for sunny |
| Thanks but no thanks, I’m a make my own money |
| Fuck makin yo runs nigga, rather make my funds thicker |
| I learned what a bottom bitch was, readin iceberg slim |
| So you could blame all this pimp shit on him |
| Back in high-school I did the nautical sweatsuits |
| With the boats on the pocket, fly chubby nigga |
| Probably had yo ho as my sidekick |
| Now I be on some Dubai shit |
| And only deal with girls who do buy shit |
| W16 engine bout that achy |
| Sound like a bulding collapsing when I’m passing |
| I came from nothing, you can hear it when I’m rappin |
| Cause when I talk my shit I talk it with passion |
| Trust me when I say fuck these niggas |
| That is not a bar, that is from the heart |
| Whom you travelled through life is though the first in the car |
| Nigga movin too fast and drive and get popped |
| Hit the kill switch, this that black out kill shit |
| Lusty shanker, them gangsters is who I been with |
| Hundred pounds in an hour, yea that’s a real flip |
| Hit the club and serve molly, we on that pill shit |
| Ha, that potent music in my 6 |
| Spendin dead presidents, presidential my wrist |
| I fucked your bitch, home wrecker |
| Text playin, you playin the chrome |
| Watch it, Millz talk to 'em |