Letras
It was the decade where Vice City was the capital of the world
Vice City, Vice City FM
I say in advance, that I'm taking a chance
Like, no matter what I'm playing these cards
I'm just playing my part
It's easy like a play in the park, swinging
But I swing a switchblade in the dark, singing
Bumping Witchbladez in the car, miss it
My little guy, hope you're okay where you are
It's free liquor 'cause I'm raising the bar
When I raise the stakes, don't take it to heart
I'm a boy racer but I crashеd your girl's car
I don't read the nеwspaper, I watch WorldStar
Charge what you want sir, include the surcharge
Run it up, ay, why?
'Cause either or I'm by the sea or the shore
Remote places you ain't been in before
Took my broad to the Four Seasons, spent a season abroad
I got bored of having keys to the door
Will I let 'em in?
Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin
I said thots I'mma share with my twinny twin twin
It's Friday, I just want a 20 twen twen
Your girl was nice then, she was a 20 10 10
But now it's 2020 and that 10 will never be again
And that's a penny well spent
Used to be MD 2020
Now it's MD 'til I can't see, 20/20
My bro ain't pulling over for a stop and check
They be tryna see through their eyes are lobster red
I'll do your dirt for less, don't try and stop my cheque
Gun got a laser like Boba Fett
I guess you wanted a baller but we ain't Posh and Becks
Was at war with myself and now the opps are dead
I said it's off with the head, 'cause I'm off my head
Leave you brown bread, like chocolate spread
This city's burning and your trick can't put it out
I've been thinking life's a big fat joke like Chubby Brown
I keep my head up just to see the sun in the clouds
I keep my foot on their neck
Wipe the blood off the crep
White Nikes coloured them red
Night night, Russian Roulette
Bright light, rush to the head
My ties, hundred percent
My guys, hundred and ten
You so-called GOATs looking sheepish
I preed it, from the original to the remix
Facetious, you man are all jokes but that's deep shit
No teachers, nobody practices what they preaching
Street kids, serving cats food like we Felix
Eating, throwing up money, pockets bulimic
Beavers, if we buck heads it's gonna be grievous
Believe us, I laugh at atheists praying to Jesus
Swag, ya mean?