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xavy rusan - vintage velour lyrics
[intro]
ay, ay
yeah, look, hey
[verse 1]
see ’em leachin’ for the energy
i ain’t worried, give a f_ck about the enemy
beat his ass, got ’em thinkin’ there was ten of me
that’s why tonight i’m on the weed, not the hennessy
n_ggas lyin’ but i tell you how it really be
droppin’ game i could sprinkle for infinity
i’m the player of the year if i do say
’cause i treat a sat_rday like a tuesday
came thru with the sauce for the soul food
eat good, smoke great, that’s a whole mood
see ’еm hatin’ but i’m workin’ on my own mood
save a lot but i’m shoppin’ at the whole foods
wholе time, half time for the smoke break
intermission from the mission for the long cake
laced up, rope chain got my tongue_tied
top_down, titties out, let ’em sundry
i’m that n_gga and i said it ’fore i had proof
can’t believe it ’til they see it, that’s the sad truth
[chorus]
ay, i be outta town, outta time, outta blunt wraps (outta time, outta blunt wraps, ay)
you be outta line, outta bounds, outta comebacks (outta bounds, outta comebacks, oh, yessir)
i be outta town, outta time, where the thugs at? (outta time, where the thugs at? yeah)
you be tellin’ lies in your rhymes, where your funds at? (in your rhymes, where your funds at_ay)
ay
[verse 2]
mailbox money in my real name
n_ggas thirty years old and they still lame
tryna kick it in the h like a field goal
touch down with finesse, that’s a heel_toe
look, f_ck what you thought, n_gga, think better
sundress, no drawls, got the seat wetter
got my suede jumpsuit for the windchill
hot girl but she blowin’ like a windmill
truly i ain’t gotta flex for the routine
too clean with a plate full of poutine
n_gga worryin’ ’bout me can’t help you
way better when it’s heard and it’s felt too
get my weed from the west, gold from the south
show ’em how to make them triple o’s from the couch
n_gga countin’ on luck ain’t a life plan
i’ma have the last laugh for a life span
[chorus]
ay, i be outta town, outta time, outta blunt wraps (outta time, outta blunt wraps, ay)
you be outta line, outta bounds, outta comebacks (outta bounds, outta comebacks, oh, yessir)
i be outta town, outta time, where the thugs at? (outta time, where the thugs at? yeah)
you be tellin’ lies in your rhymes, where your funds at? (in your rhymes, where your funds_ay)
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