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Vino - Everywhere Lyrics



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Vino
Yeah, yeah, ayy
What you say, Cork
Yeah, well
On God
Yeah, well
Aye No Limit, KTE, shit, man
Yeah, yeah
Look, ayy
I got blue faces in my pocket, shawty, she gon' choose
Ayy, nigga, I ain't goin' anywhere without a tool
Ayy, fresh about the deal, I need a mil, no, not no food
Ayy, nigga, thought I snooze, look up now, he on the news
Keep a weapon everywhere well
Nigga stressin' everywhere
It get reckless everywhere
I take fellas everywhere
Shout my nigga on security, keep a lil' 40 Glock everywhere
Sorry if this bitch blurry, gotta turn the light down, that's my jewelry
These VVs, used everywhere
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Hit the strip club, and I throw that money in the air like a Hail Mary
Got a big bag, try to put that bitch on my shoulder, could barely carry
These gold-diggin' bitches very scared
Nah, we ain't no batters or bearers, ho
Vino F*ck niggas tell me I'm turnin' up, I'm all up in that cut
Hold on, Vino come through, he swervin' with that mop
My niggas, we gone, hold on
I'm from the raq, but I went to the B when I was younger
Gone, still gettin' them racks sippin' lean to the face
And you know that I'm on
F*ck niggas actin' like I'm with no limit
Them my niggas, though
I been goin' crazy since a youngin
With them triggers, ho
Me and Bibby. and Herb all in the booth
Finna kill them, ho
Niggas act like they came through from that land
They ain't here, you know
And Gang nem told me, stretch him out if he play them games
I been goin' crazy since a youngin', shootin' up in flames
And that building goin' down, I told you, knock it down in flames
I ain't playin' with you niggas, hold on, 2-4-14 in it gang, ayy
Long live Cap, we ain't gon' play with niggas, hold on
If you mention my brother's name, you gon' die, nigga, hold on
Remember bein' Glo Gang in 18, but I left, hold on
Them still my Gualas, boy, but I told you, my niggas, hold on
My new bitch, she keep me thug till she can't feel her knees
My new bitch, I do my drive-thru at Mickey D's
My partner, them like Stevie Wonder, how they play with keys
I can't talk for free, and I just went up on the feat
I gotta keep me a pole on
I used to trap on four phones
All of my niggas smoke strong niggas gone pull up and hold sum
If you can't go on, then you can't go on
Shootin' out for my grandmas, I couldn't go on
Wasn't no choice, I had to put that pole on
Used to hold it under my arm, like, roll on
I did it once, I hold on
Up this bitch, be like, hold on
High as f*ck off a lot of stuff
Feel like Monica, I be so gone
Break back, whip up some old strong
Walk in my lobby, lookin' like Cheech and Chong
My bitch tell me, uncle, High I need a hobby, and I say, to each his own
Told her bitch take everything off, I just wanna see your thong
Tell her, when you get finished playin' around in the sand, we can head home, get you at home
I got your bitch right at the wrist, she got the robe on
Suckin' dick, I swear, the tonsils in her dogo
My lil' youngins throwin' bullets, try to go long
Brand new AP on my wrist, it's like a snow cone
Niggas dick ridin', got your bitch ridin' in the double-R
Woke up, I was stressin', so I went and bought another car
And I really did that, got no heart, I hid that
I ain't with that chit-chat, got one up, tell your bitch that
I told that bitch, I'm nothin' to save you
I'm tryna hit like Beirut, niggas be lyin', they ain't true
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Vino
Yeah, yeah, ayy
What you say, Cork
Yeah, well
On God
Yeah, well
Aye No Limit, KTE, shit, man
Yeah, yeah
Look, ayy
I got blue faces in my pocket, shawty, she gon' choose
Ayy, nigga, I ain't goin' anywhere without a tool
Ayy, fresh about the deal, I need a mil, no, not no food
Ayy, nigga, thought I snooze, look up now, he on the news
Keep a weapon everywhere well
Nigga stressin' everywhere
It get reckless everywhere
I take fellas everywhere
Shout my nigga on security, keep a lil' 40 Glock everywhere
Sorry if this bitch blurry, gotta turn the light down, that's my jewelry
These VVs, used everywhere
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Hit the strip club, and I throw that money in the air like a Hail Mary
Got a big bag, try to put that bitch on my shoulder, could barely carry
These gold-diggin' bitches very scared
Nah, we ain't no batters or bearers, ho
Vino F*ck niggas tell me I'm turnin' up, I'm all up in that cut
Hold on, Vino come through, he swervin' with that mop
My niggas, we gone, hold on
I'm from the raq, but I went to the B when I was younger
Gone, still gettin' them racks sippin' lean to the face
And you know that I'm on
F*ck niggas actin' like I'm with no limit
Them my niggas, though
I been goin' crazy since a youngin
With them triggers, ho
Me and Bibby. and Herb all in the booth
Finna kill them, ho
Niggas act like they came through from that land
They ain't here, you know
And Gang nem told me, stretch him out if he play them games
I been goin' crazy since a youngin', shootin' up in flames
And that building goin' down, I told you, knock it down in flames
I ain't playin' with you niggas, hold on, 2-4-14 in it gang, ayy
Long live Cap, we ain't gon' play with niggas, hold on
If you mention my brother's name, you gon' die, nigga, hold on
Remember bein' Glo Gang in 18, but I left, hold on
Them still my Gualas, boy, but I told you, my niggas, hold on
My new bitch, she keep me thug till she can't feel her knees
My new bitch, I do my drive-thru at Mickey D's
My partner, them like Stevie Wonder, how they play with keys
I can't talk for free, and I just went up on the feat
I gotta keep me a pole on
I used to trap on four phones
All of my niggas smoke strong niggas gone pull up and hold sum
If you can't go on, then you can't go on
Shootin' out for my grandmas, I couldn't go on
Wasn't no choice, I had to put that pole on
Used to hold it under my arm, like, roll on
I did it once, I hold on
Up this bitch, be like, hold on
High as f*ck off a lot of stuff
Feel like Monica, I be so gone
Break back, whip up some old strong
Walk in my lobby, lookin' like Cheech and Chong
My bitch tell me, uncle, High I need a hobby, and I say, to each his own
Told her bitch take everything off, I just wanna see your thong
Tell her, when you get finished playin' around in the sand, we can head home, get you at home
I got your bitch right at the wrist, she got the robe on
Suckin' dick, I swear, the tonsils in her dogo
My lil' youngins throwin' bullets, try to go long
Brand new AP on my wrist, it's like a snow cone
Niggas dick ridin', got your bitch ridin' in the double-R
Woke up, I was stressin', so I went and bought another car
And I really did that, got no heart, I hid that
I ain't with that chit-chat, got one up, tell your bitch that
I told that bitch, I'm nothin' to save you
I'm tryna hit like Beirut, niggas be lyin', they ain't true
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Writer: Herbert Wright III, Alvino Rogers Allen, Brandon Dickinson
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