Vado - Off Hiatus lyrics

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Vado - Off Hiatus lyrics

(Intro) Not even they can stop me now But I’ll be flying over head And heavy words can’t bring me down But I’ve been raised from the dead… (Verse) Kim cargo when shells and wells Fargo Laughing waiting to go cash these withdrawals My chick bad with cla** she been shop though Name brown who*e she works at that malo Great choco four pipe Gallardo Dark low hoodie on like f** Corado For Trayvon I'm strapped with napalm Running the biggest bank like this won't take long We don't want your money we're coming for straight bar So stay calm no all spray will spray all sponsored links So bug off or get robbed off My truck soft, d** bacar andplus long Chuck Porsche meet in Bogota with drug lords Discuss soft speaking the powder need much more n***as act when they sign deals Ran to the dealer for the same knocking resign field I got a lawyer that's corrupted like Clanfield Go to calido way it's a must that you grind still Trapping back on my mind still drunk at the table As I make the bottle or whine spill Fresh of my high haters, high haters Reckless when I bust a rhyme, a violator Only squares you ever bought was now laters Once you buzzin the hoes coming, vibrators (Chorus) Even the dreams can do somehow I swore I chased until I was dead I heard the streets where faith was gold That’s when my father said… Course he on some new sh** Made it from breaking two bricks Bosses take losses and workers just make excuses Every verse is exclusive, every word is abusive Pay your dirt if you used it Get the bur you can move it That's what I'm about n***a Crib on the mountain I'm so far like a couch n***a Crack the G spot, give 10% to the house n***a Get on your sh** none of rappers spit, it’s a drought n***a Lou balla slippers, my chilla smoke jacket n***as don't wanna get money they got a broke habit Got a toe habit automatic’s a low fabric You had a shot it was too late no basket The strip dry,need wet work Rapping the caine second it was bustin the check first The second she fussing I'll be under the next skirt Network flew me to Mexico to connect us Left the prezzie, took the marina terrace around the corner, can’t overlook the arena No no hook up a diva, Selene bag of majina Jeremy her Adida, she living single Regina Just remember who your friends and a**ociates Fore you ride you'd better know who you rolling with No need to hide out as long as handled appropriate Balling he might that 4-5 you approaching with sh** (Chorus) Even the dreams can do somehow I swore I chased until I was dead I heard the streets where faith was gold That’s when my father said…

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