Woah, yeah, it's that Vice City shit Woah, yeah, it's that Vice City shit
Woah, yeah, now it's that Vice City shit Woah, yeah, now it's that Vice City shit
It's that Vice City shit, got like Xtendo on my clip
I got the Crest of yo bitch, lips up on my dick, no counterfeit
I like to do all these drugs, but I stay up out the mix
I got this bad lil shorty, yeah, she ridin' with the stick
I said we pull up in a G5, ain't got no sleep time
You take that pill, little bitch, you're gettin' deep fried
And that's on me, Guy, but in the meantime
I need to roll up on some wood, I need some tree time
Got V12 engines and we ridin' through the city
I ain't talkin' bout no GTA, this is the real Vice City
All the bitches want some Chunk-E and they all be lookin' pretty
So I pull up with the squad, we pumpin' bottles, feelin' litty
Said we V12, swervin', got the whole block turnin' on
Diamonds on my neck, I got all these haters burnin
Said it's Chunk-E in this city, got all these ladies twerkin
V12, swervin', this the life that I'm deservin
She said, Chunk-E, take me to the top
I like the way you roll and how you rock
Said I got the racks up in my pocket, shawty on my jock
Said we cruisin' through the city, bitch, we got the top on lock
Vice City, baby, bitch, you know we never finna stop
Big brick, pure cocaine, bitch, I'm snortin up rock
I'm so good with this shit I do, they put me on the clock
Vice City, bitch, you know the clock ain't never finna stop
They can shoot me, they can knock me down, I'm never finna flop
I'm never finna flop
It's that Vice City shit, got like Xtendo on my clip
I got the Crest of yo bitch, lips up on my dick, no counterfeit
I like to do all these drugs, but I stay up out the mix
I got this bad little shawty, yeah, she ridin' with the stick
I said we pull up in a G5, ain't got no sleep time
You take that pill, little bitch, you gettin' deep fried
And that's on me, Guy, but in the meantime
I need to roll up on some wood, I need some tree time
Got money on my mind, got no time for a deuce
Versace on my body, got the Gucci on my shoes
Said we ridin' through the Ville with the top down in the coupe
Yeah, we breakin' all the rules, cause we got nothin' to lose
Money rainin' down like confetti in the sky
On a wave of all emotions, yeah, I'm feelin' oh so high
If another f*ckin' guy wanna test me, he gon' die, woah
He gon' die, trust me, bitch, yeah, he gon' die, woah
Neon nights in Vice City, yeah, you know we don't know pity
Countin' racks, sippin' Henny, bitch, we feelin' so litty
Skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we speedin' through the city
Livin' fast and we flashin', bitch, we never feelin' shit
I said I'm flexin' up in Vogue, yeah, I'm drippin' in designer head to toe
Bitch, we never finna slow
You can catch me at the show, wild style, wild child
Yeah, I'm never gonna fold
Livin' life so lavish, bitch, you know we never gettin' sold
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Woah, yeah, it's that Vice City shit Woah, yeah, it's that Vice City shit
Woah, yeah, now it's that Vice City shit Woah, yeah, now it's that Vice City shit
It's that Vice City shit, got like Xtendo on my clip
I got the Crest of yo bitch, lips up on my dick, no counterfeit
I like to do all these drugs, but I stay up out the mix
I got this bad lil shorty, yeah, she ridin' with the stick
I said we pull up in a G5, ain't got no sleep time
You take that pill, little bitch, you're gettin' deep fried
And that's on me, Guy, but in the meantime
I need to roll up on some wood, I need some tree time
Got V12 engines and we ridin' through the city
I ain't talkin' bout no GTA, this is the real Vice City
All the bitches want some Chunk-E and they all be lookin' pretty
So I pull up with the squad, we pumpin' bottles, feelin' litty
Said we V12, swervin', got the whole block turnin' on
Diamonds on my neck, I got all these haters burnin
Said it's Chunk-E in this city, got all these ladies twerkin
V12, swervin', this the life that I'm deservin
She said, Chunk-E, take me to the top
I like the way you roll and how you rock
Said I got the racks up in my pocket, shawty on my jock
Said we cruisin' through the city, bitch, we got the top on lock
Vice City, baby, bitch, you know we never finna stop
Big brick, pure cocaine, bitch, I'm snortin up rock
I'm so good with this shit I do, they put me on the clock
Vice City, bitch, you know the clock ain't never finna stop
They can shoot me, they can knock me down, I'm never finna flop
I'm never finna flop
It's that Vice City shit, got like Xtendo on my clip
I got the Crest of yo bitch, lips up on my dick, no counterfeit
I like to do all these drugs, but I stay up out the mix
I got this bad little shawty, yeah, she ridin' with the stick
I said we pull up in a G5, ain't got no sleep time
You take that pill, little bitch, you gettin' deep fried
And that's on me, Guy, but in the meantime
I need to roll up on some wood, I need some tree time
Got money on my mind, got no time for a deuce
Versace on my body, got the Gucci on my shoes
Said we ridin' through the Ville with the top down in the coupe
Yeah, we breakin' all the rules, cause we got nothin' to lose
Money rainin' down like confetti in the sky
On a wave of all emotions, yeah, I'm feelin' oh so high
If another f*ckin' guy wanna test me, he gon' die, woah
He gon' die, trust me, bitch, yeah, he gon' die, woah
Neon nights in Vice City, yeah, you know we don't know pity
Countin' racks, sippin' Henny, bitch, we feelin' so litty
Skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we speedin' through the city
Livin' fast and we flashin', bitch, we never feelin' shit
I said I'm flexin' up in Vogue, yeah, I'm drippin' in designer head to toe
Bitch, we never finna slow
You can catch me at the show, wild style, wild child
Yeah, I'm never gonna fold
Livin' life so lavish, bitch, you know we never gettin' sold
Woah, yeah, now it's that Vice City shit Woah, yeah, now it's that Vice City shit
It's that Vice City shit, got like Xtendo on my clip
I got the Crest of yo bitch, lips up on my dick, no counterfeit
I like to do all these drugs, but I stay up out the mix
I got this bad lil shorty, yeah, she ridin' with the stick
I said we pull up in a G5, ain't got no sleep time
You take that pill, little bitch, you're gettin' deep fried
And that's on me, Guy, but in the meantime
I need to roll up on some wood, I need some tree time
Got V12 engines and we ridin' through the city
I ain't talkin' bout no GTA, this is the real Vice City
All the bitches want some Chunk-E and they all be lookin' pretty
So I pull up with the squad, we pumpin' bottles, feelin' litty
Said we V12, swervin', got the whole block turnin' on
Diamonds on my neck, I got all these haters burnin
Said it's Chunk-E in this city, got all these ladies twerkin
V12, swervin', this the life that I'm deservin
She said, Chunk-E, take me to the top
I like the way you roll and how you rock
Said I got the racks up in my pocket, shawty on my jock
Said we cruisin' through the city, bitch, we got the top on lock
Vice City, baby, bitch, you know we never finna stop
Big brick, pure cocaine, bitch, I'm snortin up rock
I'm so good with this shit I do, they put me on the clock
Vice City, bitch, you know the clock ain't never finna stop
They can shoot me, they can knock me down, I'm never finna flop
I'm never finna flop
It's that Vice City shit, got like Xtendo on my clip
I got the Crest of yo bitch, lips up on my dick, no counterfeit
I like to do all these drugs, but I stay up out the mix
I got this bad little shawty, yeah, she ridin' with the stick
I said we pull up in a G5, ain't got no sleep time
You take that pill, little bitch, you gettin' deep fried
And that's on me, Guy, but in the meantime
I need to roll up on some wood, I need some tree time
Got money on my mind, got no time for a deuce
Versace on my body, got the Gucci on my shoes
Said we ridin' through the Ville with the top down in the coupe
Yeah, we breakin' all the rules, cause we got nothin' to lose
Money rainin' down like confetti in the sky
On a wave of all emotions, yeah, I'm feelin' oh so high
If another f*ckin' guy wanna test me, he gon' die, woah
He gon' die, trust me, bitch, yeah, he gon' die, woah
Neon nights in Vice City, yeah, you know we don't know pity
Countin' racks, sippin' Henny, bitch, we feelin' so litty
Skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we speedin' through the city
Livin' fast and we flashin', bitch, we never feelin' shit
I said I'm flexin' up in Vogue, yeah, I'm drippin' in designer head to toe
Bitch, we never finna slow
You can catch me at the show, wild style, wild child
Yeah, I'm never gonna fold
Livin' life so lavish, bitch, you know we never gettin' sold
Writer: Orion Williams
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