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VETERANS Video (MV)




Performed By: Spero
Language: English
Length: 2:52
Written by: Jack Maher




Spero - VETERANS Lyrics
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Ooooh-whoa (go, hah, go, rah)
Ooooh-whoa, whoa (go, go, go, go, go, go, go)
Hah
Cut the bitch offa the team
She a groupie
Trifling, lyin' through teeth
Don't suit me
Bottle of smirnee, absolut-ly
Need me a girlie
Not a Luci'
Cut the bitch offa the team
She a groupie
Trifling, lyin' through teeth
Don't suit me
Bottle of smirnee, absolut-ly
Need me a girlie
Not a Luci'
I told you I'm bringing the ice out
I told you I'm bringing the ice out
Rockstar team, all the lights out
Rockstar team, all the lights out
Chit in the chat, bag talk go stupid
Fit in all black, go stupid, lose it
Trick in the back, go crazy, lose it
Pick up the slack, go cray, don't lose it
I told you I'm bringing the ice out
The f*ck do this bitch wanna fight 'bout
F*ck up, let me get the lights out
I'm tryna f*ck like right now
Get you unstuck like right now
I f*ck and she talkin' all tykes now
What sorta movie you like now?
Bitch you ain't nothin' to cry 'bout
Back in the scene like I ain't left
Nothin' to see, I'm just makin' a mess
Lie to that freak while she layin' my chest
Swallow my teak and she acin' my test
Shawty love me, so I tell her, "Don't fret"
Kick her to the curb like I play for the crest
My tellin' is stern I could-
My tellin' is stern I could ride with the Vets
Cut the bitch offa the team
She a groupie
Trifling, lyin' through teeth
Don't suit me
Bottle of smirnee, absolut-ly
Need me a girlie
Not a Luci'
Cut the bitch offa the team
She a groupie
Trifling, lyin' through teeth
Don't suit me
Bottle of smirnee, absolut-ly
Need me a girlie
Not a Luci'
Classics recordin' em
We finna wake up the dead, get a coroner
You talkin' 9-5 with a hoe borin' em
Walk in the building with five or six courtesans
The price on my head is inflatin', exorbitant
Blocko gon' block out the sun when we orbitin'
She want my present, I pin her like ornament
Nobody my lane, motorway, even borderin'
Hah, what?
Ooooh-oh, wah
Ooooh-ah
(Hah, hah)
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Ooooh-whoa (go, hah, go, rah)
Ooooh-whoa, whoa (go, go, go, go, go, go, go)
Hah
Cut the bitch offa the team
She a groupie
Trifling, lyin' through teeth
Don't suit me
Bottle of smirnee, absolut-ly
Need me a girlie
Not a Luci'
Cut the bitch offa the team
She a groupie
Trifling, lyin' through teeth
Don't suit me
Bottle of smirnee, absolut-ly
Need me a girlie
Not a Luci'
I told you I'm bringing the ice out
I told you I'm bringing the ice out
Rockstar team, all the lights out
Rockstar team, all the lights out
Chit in the chat, bag talk go stupid
Fit in all black, go stupid, lose it
Trick in the back, go crazy, lose it
Pick up the slack, go cray, don't lose it
I told you I'm bringing the ice out
The f*ck do this bitch wanna fight 'bout
F*ck up, let me get the lights out
I'm tryna f*ck like right now
Get you unstuck like right now
I f*ck and she talkin' all tykes now
What sorta movie you like now?
Bitch you ain't nothin' to cry 'bout
Back in the scene like I ain't left
Nothin' to see, I'm just makin' a mess
Lie to that freak while she layin' my chest
Swallow my teak and she acin' my test
Shawty love me, so I tell her, "Don't fret"
Kick her to the curb like I play for the crest
My tellin' is stern I could-
My tellin' is stern I could ride with the Vets
Cut the bitch offa the team
She a groupie
Trifling, lyin' through teeth
Don't suit me
Bottle of smirnee, absolut-ly
Need me a girlie
Not a Luci'
Cut the bitch offa the team
She a groupie
Trifling, lyin' through teeth
Don't suit me
Bottle of smirnee, absolut-ly
Need me a girlie
Not a Luci'
Classics recordin' em
We finna wake up the dead, get a coroner
You talkin' 9-5 with a hoe borin' em
Walk in the building with five or six courtesans
The price on my head is inflatin', exorbitant
Blocko gon' block out the sun when we orbitin'
She want my present, I pin her like ornament
Nobody my lane, motorway, even borderin'
Hah, what?
Ooooh-oh, wah
Ooooh-ah
(Hah, hah)
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Writer: Jack Maher
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