XV - Sin City lyrics

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XV - Sin City lyrics

[Intro: Freddy High] Yea,uh! [Verse 1: Freddy High] That game plan, my plane land, I check in, my suitcase, I unzip We back in Vegas, they gotta pay us, its a celebration in [?] the hoes hit We hit the pool fo' we hit the strip Rehab, we drink and sip Bad girls who like bad girls, but I'm chillin' though when they touchin' sh** Hit the tables, I roll the dice 6 and 8's, hop it twice L7, I'm livin' life And not one of us is gonna sleep tonight When that limo come All black, we hella drunk They smell the fun Still pick us up Our spot, pop a bottle Waitress, a fine model She pour us up It's hella girls and they strippin' That 'trone i'on know my limit I swear we built it from the ground up And she wanna know my business See this is a lil vacation For my n***as hardwork and dedication Look at all these doors we makin Plus I found this situation Up in SIN CITY! [Verse 2: XV] Drinkin' and don't chase it Hit the stages fo' yo wages Close yo eyes and go to places You just make it yo oasis You put yo mmm in they faces Take they bread, leave no traces Run yo fingers through your lacewig Look in yo eyes and they so fake it, ain't it(look) You say this ain't you and I f**in believe it You gotta get through all the n***as who see it As a piece of a** or some cash when they visa(visit)[?] You need you a dude who don't drink and smoke reefa Love to stay home and believin' in Jesus Them be the ones on the low (cheetahs)[?] Wish it was me but I can't be that eitha And she wish I could But since I can't just live in the moment Come to the winer[?] and see you preformin' Makin it rain see how crazy they goin Go to the back and put on that Trojan The DJ throw on Frank Ocean, she goin You alone and she know that the owner don't [?] These girls out here getting chosen Hopin' they meet dudes That'll sweep 'em of they feet And use dollas as a broom I a**ume What I consumed Got me floatin like a parade Got me goin dora space While she show me just what it takes To make it in... [Verse 3: XV] Uh Ain't it ironic I came up with Squares and then they try to mock it They sayin the same punchline over and over why don't they just stop it Them circles, them squares, those squares in yo circle, I got it, I got it! But nobody told you a circle is the first thing that looks like a target, but me We rock green like I play for the sonics And seattle plays in some chronic Makin a tonic To mix wit an egg into omelets To put this whole game in my pocket After I cough I lift off like a rocket Go to the stars and then play with a comet Shorty say "Vizzy you changing the topic" Oh I forgot it you makin a profit What can I say I can't hate if I want it This is yo way and I can't try to knock it You out here makin connections But I can't tell if she is the socket Shorty you got it Yes, Shorty you got it These n***as ain't nothing but objects They fill up they wallet with paper for hope You come for a fix and walk out here broke Sin City