​vice city stories lyrics

[Verse 1]
Livin' good, live in hood
I'ma live in Dub', when my friend gets out
He's stuck up in the can and he can't get out
I can't stress too much, can't let my hands sweat out
This is f*ckin' Miami, we might hand the lead out, uh
I'ma live in Dub', when my friend gets out
He's stuck up in the can and he can't get out
I can't stress too much, can't let my hands sweat out
This is f*ckin' Miami, we might hand the lead out, uh
We don't f*ck wit' feds, nah
Nah, that's not who we f*ck wit' (Nah, nah)
And f*ck 12, b*tch, suck di*k (Yeah, haha)
Pull up, we might cook ya (Yee)
You thinkin' you the sh*t, but inside, we like, "f*ck ya"
Nah, that's not who we f*ck wit' (Nah, nah)
And f*ck 12, b*tch, suck di*k (Yeah, haha)
Pull up, we might cook ya (Yee)
You thinkin' you the sh*t, but insidе, we like, "f*ck ya," uh (On God)

[Chorus]
Sometimеs it feels like I'm tellin' Vice City stories
b*tch, I'm from the U.K., and we don't f*ck wit' tories
b*tch, I'm in the house, like Cory
Daddy left for milk, finna find him like Dory, uh
Sometimes it feels like I'm tellin' Vice City stories (Uh)
b*tch, I'm from the U.K., and we don't f*ck wit' tories (Uh)
b*tch, I'm in the house, like Cory (Uh)
Uh, yeah, b*tch, we in the house, yeah, uh
[Verse 2]
Huh, haha, b*tch
Yeah, Tony got the match (Match), mash you up, it's mix-'n-match
(Yeah) Yeah, and you know we keep a strap (What?)
And yeah, b*tch, we don't cap, uh
Vice City where I'm livin', Pablo Escobar with all these killings
I'ma spread this to my children, f*ck 12, b*tch, with the lead we filling
Vice City where I'm livin', Pablo Escobar with all these killings
I'ma spread this to my children, f*ck 12, b*tch, with the lead we filling
Ayy, I just hooked up with a hooker and I asked for the billing
She said, "25 hundred, baby, or my man's gon' do a killing"
I said, "f*ck that," got the strap, and the blood multiplied like children
Worked for this money, b*tch, I done made these shillings
Ayy, I just hooked up with a hooker and I asked for the billing
She said, "25 hundred, baby, or my man's gon' do a killing"
I said, "f*ck that," got the strap, and the blood multiplied, like children

[Chorus]
Sometimes it feels like I'm tellin' Vice City stories
b*tch, I'm from the U.K., and we don't f*ck wit' tories
b*tch, I'm in the house, like Cory
Daddy left for milk, finna find him like Dory, uh
Sometimes it feels like I'm tellin' Vice City stories (Uh)
b*tch, I'm from the U.K., and we don't f*ck wit' tories (Uh)
b*tch, I'm in the house, like Cory (Uh)
Uh, yeah, b*tch, we in the house, yeah, uh
[Outro]
Huh, Vice City stories, sometimes it feel like it's some Vice City stories
Uh, City stories (Brr, brr), uh, yeah, and sh*t the tories, uh
Vice City stories, man, I'm telling my very story
My Vice City stories, yeah, ayy