Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vamonos, artist - Yt TrizDate of issue: 15.06.2015
Song language: English
Vamonos |
| Pull up and drop a nigga like a domino, vámonos |
| I’mma tell a nigga bye like adiós, vámonos |
| Which one of these pussy ass niggas wanna |
| Make a nigga smoke 'em like some marijuana |
| See the chopper, we can pull around the corner |
| Feel 'em your back and got the monkey on 'em |
| 'Fore they turn your baby momma to a loner |
| I stopped sellin' rocks but I keep a stoner |
| Never leave without it, I’mma keep it on me |
| Throw back (?) and leave you lonely |
| Bitch pussy super wet it’s Aquifina |
| I’mma beat the pussy, Ike and Tina |
| All I know is racks like Sabrina |
| Leave for the white bitch, French and Trina |
| Niggas say that we we’re beefin', so I’m eatin' dinner |
| Pretty pussy poppin' paint a perfect picture |
| I pull and puff it, pass it fly as caterpillar |
| Nigga you ain’t gettin' money, you ain’t (?) witcha |
| I’ve been tryna get a rollin' Rova like a rollie polly |
| Down to my last (?) jugg don’t smoke type |
| Put a bad bitch on the molly, holy mollie |
| Put a chopper in the trunk, drive a truck while we loaded |
| Workin' like a Mexican, I’m gettin' cash for it |
| Finna pull a robbery, just bought a mask for it |
| Talk street nigga sense, take a class for it |
| And I’ll get to a nigga if he ask for it |
| Pull up and drop a nigga like a domino, vámonos |
| I’mma tell a nigga bye like adiós, vámonos |
| Why you talkin' on the phone, bitch? |
| Ain’t no talkin' on the phone, bitch |
| Ain’t no talkin' on the phone, bitch |
| Ain’t no talkin' on the phone, bitch |
| Pull up and drop a nigga like a domino, vámonos |
| I’mma tell a nigga bye like adiós, vámonos |
| Four carbonators in the dome |
| Pull up sideways, two six in the trunk |
| That’s how my little woe ride |
| Hit finger licking, got a ho on the north side |
| Black bottles in the bando |
| Nigga ready to ride, runnin' out like Rambo |
| Red light in the Lambo |
| Gettin' money so you know they heard I keep heavy ammo |
| RIP out the (?) |
| No shirt, blowin' dope, they consider me a hassle |
| If ya got it, I’mma snatch you |
| Talkin' check fuckboy, so I think it’s time to cash you |
| Haters thought it was a costume |
| Til I blow thirty racks 30 minutes up at (?) |
| Broke nigga better check mine |
| Ice on, even put Rose Gold on a Tec 9 |
| Get the cash out the envelope, count it on the ironin' board |
| That’s a body blow, he comatose |
| Stand over him, blaow, now he ghost |
| Get the drank in the double cup, tryna drink it while it’s cold |
| Ballin' since 94, feelin' like a pot of gold |
| Neighborhood jump like Geronimo |
| My bitch pussy taste like Häagen-Dazs |
| Ride and die, you get buried like Manilo |
| Time to go, you got to go when it’s your time to go |
| I catch you later like a common cold, down the road |
| I got a ho, that got a ho, that got a lot of hoes |
| I rob a store, a stop n' go, I even rob the poor |
| My stomach hurtin', palms itchin' with a snotty nose |
| Comin' through your curtains, guns spittin' aimin' high and low |
| That’s how it go, I need a fix, a nigga diagnose |
| I need to fix this fuckin' sickness before I explode |
| My momma said the streets wicked, I said ma I know |
| And only thing pops said was how much I owe |
| And cops givin' niggas tickets just for drivin' slow |
| They tell its the codeine, I say «how you know?» |
| A giant with the green, I ain’t jolly though |
| It’s YM, that’s my team, nigga, vámonos |