With no sweat I do my thing for my peeps in the house
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Once it’s on ? y’all know I turn it out
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Like Boom! Blow! With the sound that makes you want more
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Try to run game on me? I get the top score
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Full tilt! When I breathe on a beat
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You get a taste of the good life. Oh so sweet!
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Stack chips all the time ? have fun with a dime
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With a twist of the lime ? yeah, the V is in his prime
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I quench your thirst ? With my flow I place 1st
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And put you in a world of hurt or black Hearst
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The V takes the purse cuz I work to win the race
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Sport coat ? black tie ? Laced with the grace
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I do what it do when I do to stay smooth
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Fly moves ? fly shoes ? fly jewels ? fly grooves
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If I want a piece of the pie then I take it
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With cash on my mind, man I go out there and make it
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I’m on top of the game but can’t leave cuz it needs me
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On to the break a dawn, baby love please me
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Tease me ? but be sure to back up what you say
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Back up where you stay and back up what you sway
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Say baby, I can trace all your curves
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But don’t mess with them lames cuz those dudes are all perves
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I swerve in my ride when the beat’s chopped and screwed
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Turn a lump of coal into gold and drop jewels
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Fools try to bite what I say on the track
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Bite more than you can chew ? here’s my big sack
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It swings side to side as I glide in my ride
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But do the V wrong and I’ll tear out your hide
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I hit skins like it ain’t no thing
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And don’t need to flash cash or bring out bling bling
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I sting like a bee cuz I ain’t no WASP
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So put this in your jaws I’m the boss with the sauce ? top notch
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I'm On
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| Scrilla Vic |
