Vado - Till My Wrist Hurt Şarkı Sözleri

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I just copped a whole brick from papi
About to hit the stove, get it popping
None of my niggas moving sloppy
Meet me on the ave, nigga copy
Copy x4
I be whipping hard, 'till my wrist hurt x3

Yo, yo that's word to god
Vado feed the block with it, lot of people starve
Place the weight on a plate then you break it down in parts
Make a move then I'm out, I don't wait around for knocks, nah
(Hah!) Whip soft, I'm pissed off, took a week to get a brick off
No bitch here I got ripped off, lose fifty grand every missed call
Its a cold world on my block, pump rock work on my block
Mailbox where I hold work on the block
work on the block
Man, hit papi, tell him I need ten copy
TNT will see the monopoly
Move swift through thin ice like hockey
'Sup , this the number to wait for, dealin' weight for
Hand me a plate, I don't care who ate more
Nine in his face,



King Push!
I hear the going price for a brick is 43
That's Kendrick Perkins, I'm sellin' hard if it's up to me
Break it down in all eight-balls, find MJG
That's oldschool, that's West Coast, that's
All I know about is getting money (Woo!) till the sun come up
Dominicana with a calculator when they see my face I watch 'em all run up
My heist run was a nice one, couldn't take the trip paranoid
I'm Smack Dilla the crack dealer, I've done sold drugs in every category
(Woo!) I swear you niggas bore me, with your fuckin' stories
You fuckin' war in peace time with your fake ass glory
And your fake ass jewelry, monkey ass jewelry
Couldn't find a million with a road map and a



Four hoes on one strip, copy
Come press four zones into one brick, copy
I be copy cool, I might act a fool
Hop out the drop top yellin' hallelujah
Boy I flow like a faucet
Had the and you lost it, came in this bitch on some boss shit
but I roll out that coffin
That bitch, we bone, on that bong we be coughin'
I seen Javier on 45th
But I brick
Counted all the paper, he told me "Copy"
These fuckboys are carbon copy