Cherokee Ridge - VICE CITY! (with Liquid Mint) [Remastered]

Spending cash like it's nothing, bands we got 50
In the whip hit a drive-by, Vice City
You leave the house for work and we pound your girl's tiddies
Take your whip and your girl, Vice City
Pulled up wit' a drop top, with your girl knocked off
Knock, knock, little bitch, your ass a knockoff
Got head from your bitch, not using the force tho
Might hit your motherfuckin' bitch with the force choke
They asking for the net-worth, respond and say, "a lot"
We been fuckin' on your chick, but never got caught
I might grab the stick, like Roddy Ricch, "The Box"
Make a girl sin, hide it from their pops
Make a girl walk pigeon-toed, straight drippin'
She be taking off her clothes, now for business
Pull up with a Draco, it a real one
50 racks your yearly? We got millions
We imply greatness, perfect is a minimum
Cum in shorty's mouth, make her cough like cinnamon
Walk up to my boy, pound you like a drum
Two fingers in the uterus, clit gets the thumb
You brought a knife to this shit, a mistake
I'll let you try again, could've been a miss take
Me pounding your chick? We got six tapes
This shit isn't criticism, this shit a piss-take
Living off the system? Cut it with that shit
I take a shit concept and make it a damn hit
Got a hundred thou' all on my damn wrist
Shorty down on her knees, lips down to my dick-pit
Spending cash like it's nothing, bands we got 50
In the whip hit a drive-by, Vice City
You leave the house for work and we pound your girl's tiddies
Take your whip and your girl, Vice City
Pulled up wit' a drop top, with your girl knocked off
Knock, knock, little bitch, your ass a knockoff
Got head from your bitch, not using the force tho
Might hit your motherfuckin' bitch with the force choke
Hoes straight crawling for me, got them going way down
Tell your ass to shut up like plastic did to Kate Brown
Straight clownin', don't catch me frownin', flexing straight rolls at the coast, straight brownin'
Sippin' thick tea, yeah, tip my hat to T, yeah, beat your ass once, now that was a breeze, yuh
Vice City, yuh, Vice City, yuh, get got little bitch, put you on "ice city"
Gambling with your life, put your ass on "dice city"
Don't cry little goof 'cuz life ain't, life ain't-
Spending cash like it's nothing, bands we got 50
In the whip hit a drive-by, Vice City
You leave the house for work and we pound your girl's tiddies
Take your whip and your girl, Vice City
Pulled up wit' a drop top, with your girl knocked off
Knock, knock, little bitch, your ass a knockoff
Got head from your bitch, not using the force tho
Might hit your motherfuckin' bitch with the force choke
Spending cash like it's nothing, bands we got 50
In the whip hit a drive-by, Vice City
You leave the house for work and we pound your girl's tiddies
Take your whip and your girl, Vice City
Pulled up wit' a drop top, with your girl knocked off
Knock, knock, little bitch, your ass a knockoff
Got head from your bitch, not using the force tho
Might hit your motherfuckin' bitch with the force choke

Written by:
Dalton Barton-Diaz, Randall Ridge

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