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Correct Season Of Da Vick Lyrics
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Correct Season Of Da Vick
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Season of Da' Vick Aiyo, Tim and 'em, yeah Tim from Down South Came to see what ya'll niggas, was talkin' about So yo, stop all the ego trippin' Tim put the clip inside the automatic, four-fifth it The analog rapper start riftin' Tim maneuvered up closer like Scott Pippen Look at the analog rappers eyes, water start drippin' Two cherry head niggas on the side bitchin' Three chicks walked across the street switchin' You heard the crank of a car key in the ignition Don' came around the block with the deep dish in This kid ran right in front of my whip, I stop dippin' Runnin' fast like in a flick, he start slippin' I ducked down slowly cuz I heard shorts rippin' (bong bong) Big Tim and 'em from Down South was flippin' Yo, yo, what the fuck is goin' on? Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick The streets is still watching I'm a off the meat rack nigga, seat back nigga You know my dog, too, he a heat pack nigga Heat clap nigga, Wu-Tang Clan get the street back nigga We came that liquor Weed, digi and cars we just that particular Put down ya darts it the extracurricular Poppy Wardrobe King, I'm thinkin' bout stickin' ya Wherever ya ho be at, I'mma stick my dick in her Bust ya guns off if you love how I'm gettin' ya Bump this shit in ya chromed out vehicular Me and my force, we gettin' nothin' but redicular Fuck Beans, none of ya'll niggas can get with us Yo, I smoke weed, hit broads and like brains Like guns, like M-1s and nice change When you see me, respect my jeans, respect my name Lounge Lo, respect the Lo, respect the bang See me in the street with the heat, respect my pain Park Hill cats in the back, respect my gang And I was brought up to, respect my elders Respect Miss Martha and respect Miss Felder A little kid, Mr. Big, respect the gig Respect my moms and respect my kids 'Cause if you don't, then I got to disrespect ya crib And have me doin' hect', come and tech ya wig Now when I touchdown and bust down that dutch to smoke 'Cross the street in the two-seat with platinum spokes Bandana on my wrists, but I ain't claimin' no set Got mad sets to lay without goin' for broke I bust the heat, travel on the bust when I creep Cop that shit and come down, I'm back on the street Feelin' the vibe, fuckin' with Lounge, I'll kill for five And if you'se a bad boy, I'm killin' ya pride Two in the five, push like eight in ya side Stuff ya body in the truck and take ya ass for a ride, nigga Yo, yo, fuck is goin' on? Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick Yeah, muthafucka
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