Tony Poe - Vices (feat. Simba Bradley) Lyrics

Finer things, even finer women
Real nigga, I admit that I'm in love with them
Everybody got vices (Vices)
Everybody got vices, (Vices)
Blue hundreds, fast cars
I can't lie, baby girl, yeah, I want it all
Everybody got vices (Vices)
Everybody got vices, (Vices)
Not me though, only chasin' C-notes
I got a lil' freak hoe to deep throat this dino
Late night mobbin' with the gang, f*ck a Rico
She just wanna see me when I'm done, here's the key code
And you can't tell me nothin
Better be sure when you tell me, no time for the assumptions
Phone gotta be on DND, no need for interruptions
If this what it is, then let it be, lil' baby, I ain't cuffin
And my wrist, yeah, it shine bright
Blindin' a nigga so much, can't even tell the time right
She just wanna baller ass, nigga, in the limelight
I just told her, keep her ass tight and them toes white
Fit on off white, Steppers on Balenciaga
I'm just tryna poke you, shorty, I ain't talkin' fencing
She thinkin' she bougie, cause she brunchin' up in Fenton
I done seen your kind before. the manuscript been written
I'll just keep my distance
Yeah, I'm stayin' far
She talkin' sweet to me, like we can have it all
Nothin' peaks to me, I show no resolve
Good gas, fast cars, and some comfort draws
Only thing a nigga need, and everybody got they vices
So I ain't worry with the prices
Cause everybody got they vices
Finer things, even finer women
Real nigga, I admit that I'm in love with them
Everybody got vices (Vices)
Everybody got vices, (Vices)
Blue hundreds, fast cars
I can't lie, baby girl, yeah, I want it all
Everybody got vices (Vices)
Everybody got vices, (Vices)
Phone call, good pussy, be back in a minute
Promise not to crash out, when I'm in it
And Imma keep it a buck
I'm still bending corners, still stacking these funds
My biggest vice is bad bitch that be giving it up
With no strings attached, she say that it's all in good fun
She know what she want
How I'm supposed to pass that shit up?
When I'm a chocolate-paid nigga, that's as real as they come
And my neck drippin' gold
I can put her wrist on froze
And I'm swervin' in a Chevy like I can't drive slow
And she givin' up medulla, cause she see I stack the mula
Then I go visit the jeweler
Dip my wrist in the cooler
And I know that she love that
And I love that she love that
And I know that she love that
And I love that she love that
All this pussy in my face, how I look around it?
All this money off the books, could write a book about it
Chevy in the driveway, how would I look without it?
All these vices on vices, I can move around it
And I might need some distance when it come to bitches
But it's hard when they on your body and they lickin
And I really got a pitchin' for the chicken
But I really gotta focus and I really gotta get it, baby