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Vince G. - Pulp Fiction Lyrics



Vince G. - Pulp Fiction Lyrics




In the kitchen and it's taysty

Why you never come around when I don't have a dime
See me doin well now they transform Optimus Prime
Call her Mia Wallace way that bitch hitting my line
Play no games like Jack Thompson so I don't got no time

Money on mind
VV's imma shine
Dropping hits on hits my shit on repeat like a vine
This right here exclusive I don't wear no Calvin Klein
She so good at faking told that bitch to be a mime
She caught up in fiction like her name was Robert Stein
Pussy sound like pulp I got the juice so she gon ride
323 coupe my tires peelin like a rind
Heard her man don't like me tell him he can meet my nine

Money tall like Lannister's your stack short like Tyrion
Pull up in that space coupe lookin like Valerian
Buy it by the pound we steady smoking never in a drought
Burn one with a bad lil spanish mama now she wild'n out

Say she wanna blow my cannon
Sucked me like a dannon
Out of my hands can't plan this
Real rockstar like Manson
They see me winnin can't stand it
Can't hear you from the mansion
Covered in green I'm a namek
I'm not from this planet
I'm not from this planet

She caught up in fiction like her name was Robert Stein
Pussy sound like pulp I got the juice so she gon ride
323 coupe my tires peelin like a rind
Heard her man don't like me tell him he can meet my nine
Money on mind
VV's imma shine
Dropping hits on hits my shit on repeat like a vine
This right here exclusive I don't wear no Calvin Klein
She so good at faking told that bitch to be a mime

Aye you can miss me
Miss me with that bullshit that you on
She think that it's chess I ain't a pawn
Lil bitch I'm a boss yea I'm a don
Watch me cut her off and then I'm gone
Mowing competition like a lawn
Try my dog get hit like my name John
Hit the studio from light to dawn
Kill a beat then send it back to spawn
I don't check receipts don't need coupons
Rich boy I make money when I yawn
Bitch I rep AZ right near Tucson
Got my future outlined like it's drawn
Got my future outlined like it's drawn

She caught up in fiction like her name was Robert Stein
Pussy sound like pulp I got the juice so she gon ride
323 coupe my tires peelin like a rind
Heard her man don't like me tell him he can meet my nine
Money on mind
VV's imma shine
Dropping hits on hits my shit on repeat like a vine
This right here exclusive I don't wear no Calvin Klein
She so good at faking told that bitch to be a mime
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In the kitchen and it's taysty

Why you never come around when I don't have a dime
See me doin well now they transform Optimus Prime
Call her Mia Wallace way that bitch hitting my line
Play no games like Jack Thompson so I don't got no time

Money on mind
VV's imma shine
Dropping hits on hits my shit on repeat like a vine
This right here exclusive I don't wear no Calvin Klein
She so good at faking told that bitch to be a mime
She caught up in fiction like her name was Robert Stein
Pussy sound like pulp I got the juice so she gon ride
323 coupe my tires peelin like a rind
Heard her man don't like me tell him he can meet my nine

Money tall like Lannister's your stack short like Tyrion
Pull up in that space coupe lookin like Valerian
Buy it by the pound we steady smoking never in a drought
Burn one with a bad lil spanish mama now she wild'n out

Say she wanna blow my cannon
Sucked me like a dannon
Out of my hands can't plan this
Real rockstar like Manson
They see me winnin can't stand it
Can't hear you from the mansion
Covered in green I'm a namek
I'm not from this planet
I'm not from this planet

She caught up in fiction like her name was Robert Stein
Pussy sound like pulp I got the juice so she gon ride
323 coupe my tires peelin like a rind
Heard her man don't like me tell him he can meet my nine
Money on mind
VV's imma shine
Dropping hits on hits my shit on repeat like a vine
This right here exclusive I don't wear no Calvin Klein
She so good at faking told that bitch to be a mime

Aye you can miss me
Miss me with that bullshit that you on
She think that it's chess I ain't a pawn
Lil bitch I'm a boss yea I'm a don
Watch me cut her off and then I'm gone
Mowing competition like a lawn
Try my dog get hit like my name John
Hit the studio from light to dawn
Kill a beat then send it back to spawn
I don't check receipts don't need coupons
Rich boy I make money when I yawn
Bitch I rep AZ right near Tucson
Got my future outlined like it's drawn
Got my future outlined like it's drawn

She caught up in fiction like her name was Robert Stein
Pussy sound like pulp I got the juice so she gon ride
323 coupe my tires peelin like a rind
Heard her man don't like me tell him he can meet my nine
Money on mind
VV's imma shine
Dropping hits on hits my shit on repeat like a vine
This right here exclusive I don't wear no Calvin Klein
She so good at faking told that bitch to be a mime
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Writer: Connor Cheeseman
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