20 Flights To Paris lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
It’s your boy Vic [?] now n*gga
Simple and plain
And we on a plane to the mother f*cking Paris
sh*t come from the brain for real
You can’t freestyle n*gga you can’t do that in the booth

[Verse]
Killing sh*t consecutively
Equity double when I’m upping the fees
Ain’t nobody touching the V
Luckily for them they’re gonna die in peace, they R.I.P
V-I-C ill with the sh*ts, forget how you n*ggas live
Because I’m coming to peel up your sh*t
(Let’s go Vic)
Knowing that I’m dealing with sh*t
The cards been dealt when it’s appealing to chicks
She already seen what this n*gga ‘bout to do and what he done in his past life
All these n*ggas half right
I don’t really give no f*ck, I’m past the night
I’m up in the morning, like my pipe
Going outside tomorrow and tonight
Got the gun on me and the knife
n*ggas wanna take flight you really be up there
Got some lil n*ggas that’ll snuff you for bus fare
[?]
f*ck outta here
First mother f*cking rapper to snuff out a deer
sh*t
Stranger thangs when I bring the thing
Inside of the club n*gga what’s up (What’s up)
They didn’t put me down ‘cause I’m that other f*cker (That’s right)
n*ggas need raps, they need to shut the f*ck up
(Get the f*ck out of here dog)
I know the difference between needs and wants (Yeah)
I ain’t the type of rapper that be needing points
Or upscore, I know what for (What for dog?)
Came by myself and I had plus four
(Yous a smart mother f*cker dog)
Lucrative sex tape
She told me she got the gob, that’s great
Escape to great lake
Got real high in the bubble, rainbows in the [?]
She gave me head, I called it a huddle
Thick muzzle on the SS jet plane
The sh*t was the sauciest
(You was up there)
Fall off a cliff (Damn)
Pink shoe looking like it was soft as a clit
Final looked like licked Jolly Ranchers
Her head was taffy apple
Never seen a three-liter Snapple bottle (Damn)
That’s me when I’m talking about her legs (sh*t)
n*ggas got bullets n*gga compare me to that
Oe of ones, God damn, I’m rarer than that (You fresh)
Ahead of the rest, don’t remind me of it
Dirty dozen f*ck it I’m butter loving
Works for suckers so punch your numbers f*cker
[Outro]
Woo you spoke fire right now dog, you gotta stop that sh*t
That sh*t is nuts
[?]
See I knew you was still here for the [?]
[?]
And you got all your weed from us
Not we get your weed from you
Because we stole your sh*t n*gga