Ashb3atz - V.C.R (feat. Vii Pope, Cozy Critcx & Ricratchet)

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Look at your bitch wanna lick
Lot of drip like the sea
Pipping that bitch on a split
I got your bitch on a leash
I keep my neck in the fridge
Holy water like a priest
Holy water like a priest
I gotta pray for my niggas
I gotta pray for my niggas
Getting money getting richer
Look at the thotty want me
I gotta pray for my niggas
I gotta pray for my niggas
Getting money getting richer
Look at the thotty want me

Stay with guap
Ride with the mob
Blow the car
Blow up the loud
Hang in the crowd
Niggas be capping like cats and mice
You pull out your pipe and I got mine
Stickdy stick, give you the light
Nigga you light? I give the light

I pull up lit
Got the trees nigga blow that shit
Feel the jig yeah we on a trip
Nigga out of space on some wavy shit
Like the coast yeah drip is lit
I'm the pope so I gotta preach
I got your bitch on tight leash
Now she's passed around like a blunt leaf
On some Mary Mary
Do you want me?
It's the pope life
Yeah we cozy too ratchet shit
Nigga got you lonely
I'm too fly can't touch me
Its vii pope, I'm just wildin out
Bitches on me yeah I pipe it up
Got the rhythm yeah the vibe is right
Vii vii yeah the pope is out

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Look at your bitch wanna lick
Lot of drip like the sea
Pipping that bitch on a split
I got your bitch on a leash
I keep my neck in the fridge
Holy water like a priest
Holy water like a priest
I gotta pray for my niggas
I gotta pray for my niggas
Getting money getting richer
Look at the thotty want me
I gotta pray for my niggas
I gotta pray for my niggas
Getting money getting richer
Look at the thotty want me

All this nigga capping
You can't ride in them streets no more
I just stay strapped on and keep my heat load
All this feels like a movie and you won't catch me in em scenes at lot
I stay goofy and blow trees with my niggas at home

My life is like a movie, I know you gon watch it
I hupp on the beat, shit is my hooby
Fucking your bitch, she trip when I bust
I told her to shhh! and just let me fuck

Record this shit and put it on repeat
I roll with my dawgs, they are always on leash
Look at my right
Check on my left
I got story to tell
I came from above, I landed in hell
I'm the shit, I bet you can tell
Niggas are fake, I roll with the real
Tyana be by my side
Can't rest till I drive
I'm talking bout my onw ride
I jump on this shit it die's

All this nigga capping
You can't ride in them streets no more
I just stay strapped on and keep my heat load
All this feels like a movie and you won't catch me in em scenes at lot
I stay goofy and blow trees with my niggas at home

I gotta pray for my niggas
I gotta pray for my niggas
Getting money getting richer
Look at the thotty want me
I gotta pray for my niggas
I gotta pray for my niggas
Getting money getting richer
Look at the thotty want me
I gotta pray for my niggas
I gotta pray for my niggas
Getting money getting richer
Look at the thotty want me

Written by:
Karabo Mboweni, Putsisi Moropa, Tebogo Mashego

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