Chevy Woods - Vato lyrics

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Chevy Woods - Vato lyrics

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] I didn't mean to make you hate me, (rewinding) I didn't mean to make you hate me, (scratching) I didn't mean to make you hate me But I'm usin' this rap sh** to make me cake-y. (rewinding) [Verse 1. Wiz] I didn't mean to make you hate me But I'm usin' this rap sh** to make me cake-y A lot of bullsh** rappin' lately I ain't focused on that cause I'm stackin' daily (a-huh) Keep a good sack, could mack your lady 19 years, not one cat that play me (no) Heard otherwise, trust. You crazy Swagger all on some old, f** you, pay me (f** you) They say the flow co*ky, maybe I should fall back Hatin' cause you not me, I say to hell with all that (all that) I'm in this game to get my ones up (yeah ) Beast on beats, trying to teach you dumb f**s (yeah) Think sh** sweet just cause he's a young buck I spit heat, Wiz eat you chumps up To them I'm great for how I make songs To you I'm probably just another n***a to hate on (damn) But it's the hustla, Young Khalifa I (what?) smoke so much, I love my reefa' Why n***as so into me, fam? Tryin' to end up missin', like the Kennedy fam. Lotta cash flow, a**hole The team gettin' cake in my state They get rid of weight like Ricki Lake The mixtape made this sh** look real fun, Dropped Show and Prove Now you dudes lookin' real dumb You better run n***a (run n***a) Run, motherf**er, run (run) When that young motherf**er come Before you try and bring it to this kid Pay attention to how I do this sh** Cause it ain't easy Dimes wan' greet me Haters wanna heat me p**y a** cops wanna jail and police me, bail and release me I'm in the air, you a couple layers underneath me There where the streets be And some tried, all failed to defeat me The best without a shadow of a doubt Knaw'm talkin 'bout? Put my sh** in stores, the hood bought them out Who got the 'Burgh rockin' something we gotta talk about? I show and prove [Verse 2, Kev Tha Hustla (a.k.a. Chevy Woods)] The kid's bars harder than a mothaf**a' I ain't talkin vegetables, young, I'm an onion cutta' And it's the hustla baby you gotta deal with me Mad cause their shorty like ice, and try to chill with me You at a stand still runnin' them plates, my trap team boys runnin' your face(?) Won't try to run to the jakes(?) Yeah I'm in the who*e(?) like an upper body With two bad b**hes, Wiz in the upper lobby And we runnin' the train, it is never a, "probably" My grind like Slim Fast, I keep the plate off me Home boy, I been doing this since way since, and trust my hand right, cause I don't need a weight, b**h Don't get a facelift, I lift your face prick You heard sh**, Kev ain't the one to play with, cause youngin's down to shoot at you like, " f** what your goons is fool." Sounds like a f**in' drum roll when the Uzi shoot.(brrrrat) Pardon me, man. It's (f**ing Green Lantern making noises), now that's a foul line, get some freak shots (blam) The situation is you so impatient and you can't get it man, times a wastin' Plus, I gotta laugh cause this is what youll never be You just a mutt and I'm a well known pedigree Come with a settle fee, and maybe we can talk I'd rather strip dude and make his dumb a** walk.(?)

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