Vice City

Woah, yeah, it's that Vice City shit Woah, yeah, it's that Vice City shit Woah, yeah, now it's that Vice City shit Woah, yeah, now it's that Vice City shit It's that Vice City shit, got like Xtendo on my clip I got the Crest of yo bitch, lips up on my dick, no counterfeit I like to do all these drugs, but I stay up out the mix I got this bad lil shorty, yeah, she ridin' with the stick I said we pull up in a G5, ain't got no sleep time You take that pill, little bitch, you're gettin' deep fried And that's on me, Guy, but in the meantime I need to roll up on some wood, I need some tree time Got V12 engines and we ridin' through the city I ain't talkin' bout no GTA, this is the real Vice City All the bitches want some Chunk-E and they all be lookin' pretty So I pull up with the squad, we pumpin' bottles, feelin' litty Said we V12, swervin', got the whole block turnin' on Diamonds on my neck, I got all these haters burnin Said it's Chunk-E in this city, got all these ladies twerkin V12, swervin', this the life that I'm deservin She said, Chunk-E, take me to the top I like the way you roll and how you rock Said I got the racks up in my pocket, shawty on my jock Said we cruisin' through the city, bitch, we got the top on lock Vice City, baby, bitch, you know we never finna stop Big brick, pure cocaine, bitch, I'm snortin up rock I'm so good with this shit I do, they put me on the clock Vice City, bitch, you know the clock ain't never finna stop They can shoot me, they can knock me down, I'm never finna flop I'm never finna flop It's that Vice City shit, got like Xtendo on my clip I got the Crest of yo bitch, lips up on my dick, no counterfeit I like to do all these drugs, but I stay up out the mix I got this bad little shawty, yeah, she ridin' with the stick I said we pull up in a G5, ain't got no sleep time You take that pill, little bitch, you gettin' deep fried And that's on me, Guy, but in the meantime I need to roll up on some wood, I need some tree time Got money on my mind, got no time for a deuce Versace on my body, got the Gucci on my shoes Said we ridin' through the Ville with the top down in the coupe Yeah, we breakin' all the rules, cause we got nothin' to lose Money rainin' down like confetti in the sky On a wave of all emotions, yeah, I'm feelin' oh so high If another fuckin' guy wanna test me, he gon' die, woah He gon' die, trust me, bitch, yeah, he gon' die, woah Neon nights in Vice City, yeah, you know we don't know pity Countin' racks, sippin' Henny, bitch, we feelin' so litty Skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we speedin' through the city Livin' fast and we flashin', bitch, we never feelin' shit I said I'm flexin' up in Vogue, yeah, I'm drippin' in designer head to toe Bitch, we never finna slow You can catch me at the show, wild style, wild child Yeah, I'm never gonna fold Livin' life so lavish, bitch, you know we never gettin' sold