Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vintage Garms, artist - Lord Apex. Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Vintage Garms |
| Yeah |
| Got a scuff on my forces |
| Fresh out the tomb |
| Heh, yeah, yeah |
| It’s like |
| 2004, Jigga with the tee |
| Dame dash with the kicks, Cam’ron with the fitted |
| Like, Apex really on some shit |
| It’s like |
| 2009, Bigga with the belt |
| I ain’t need no help |
| Nigo with the skully like |
| AP really bout this money, yeah |
| It’s like, Apex world distinguished |
| Like to keep it vintage |
| Sensei the selector, lowkey a collector |
| I been Antwon grindin', had to switch the timing |
| Really speaking money, they be paying when I’m rhyming |
| So let’s get the party started, like just for the night though |
| She said I broke her heart like, damn said she’d be alright though |
| Broke the dope apart like, I roll the doobie tight though |
| This shit will blow your speakers out, hope you got the Geico |
| Babygirl you been pretty, you don’t need the lipo |
| Like, «cool I’ll be there in a sex», that’s a typo |
| Don’t give a duck like that’s another typo |
| And she gon' roll it up like that’s what a nigga like though |
| It’s like |
| 2004, Jigga with the tee |
| Dame dash with the kicks, Cam’ron with the fitted |
| Like, Apex on really some shit |
| It’s like |
| 2009, Bigga with the belt |
| I ain’t need no help |
| Nigo with the skully like |
| Apex really bout this money, yeah |
| (And double back on the) |
| 2004, Jigga with the tee |
| Dame dash with the kicks, Cam’ron with the fitted |
| Like, Apex on really some shit |
| Tell it like |
| 2009, Bigga with the belt |
| I ain’t need no help |
| Nigo with the skully like |
| Apex really bout this money, shhh |
| Don’t forget it |
| 'Preciate a doobie |
| Keep smoke away from the bike, we roll professional with it |
| AP got more tree than sycamore |
| Dog I been living more |
| Dog I been living raw |
| Spare change, givin' more |
| Girl in her feelings more |
| Staring at the ceiling more |
| Figure what it all mean |
| I plant a beanstalk a voodoo lady sold me 4 beans |
| Sprouted out the ground to the 9th cloud up |
| They been showing love since I put my SoundCloud up |
| Fuck Norris, I’mma go ahead and roundhouse Chuck |
| On some Buddhist palm shit |
| Bow down quick |
| 'Cause the overlord’s approaching on some Shao Kahn shit |
| Ay, fresh like Glade, I’ll play spades with Blade |
| And if he lose, I’mma claim his shades |
| And vacate to a space and relocate the case, burn an 8th |
| Understand, watch the hand relocate your face, nigga |
| Words coming from a sacred place |
| Say your grace and save face, nigga |
| My guy |
| Brody, understand, it’s Apex, A-P-E-X |
| Three Xs if you feeling frisky, my nigga |
| Unintentional, unintentional |
| Big big big zoinks |
| Zoinks |
| Smoking zoinks |
| With a Z |