Vic Spencer - Victor Lyrics
Fee expenses, with the victimized bucket, and the denim and allPut me in the game and I'm winning the scratchIn till the beginning, you wackWell, I'm good, I'm the perpest nigga evaAnd I'm just being honest, you not fly, you a featherCherry pie niggas, longevity, time skillin'Chilly, you got a curfew, don't trip when your mom's wit meSilly lil' nigga, I can take your fan baseI don't want them anyway, all 'em niggas is fakyI could care less about the songs you madeOr who you sound like, your success is a fakeMy uncle bless me with the faithAnd pour all the *****es, not because of the aimIt's easy me, y'all go home after eating another ***** outLike it's easy to cheatRenaming all the pinch, like his snitch lay bluesOld like Bay Ruth, but I'm still gon' shootRadio DJs don't play me, so I go to the boothAnd spin my shit all night, clear channel, ***** you!Man, I been through some sheetTurn more in my life than the Kennedy kidYou can't handle what remedy isWho's the last man standin'? General LeeMah'*****er
