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Vic Mensa
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For the Win
Uh Yes Vic! Check, Look, Uh
Uh-um, today was a good day When I say you bad, girl I mean that in a good way The winner is: yours truly I will be ready when they give the awards to me Congratulations Tell em that I'm on till the next one Till I get a buzz like my phone when a text come All my niggas in it, the music only reflects them And so I am doing deals until I get a couple to select from Yeah, this is on behalf of my team And the [?]I got in my duffle bag from supreme And baby tell me that I don't be speaking and so it seem like I be thinking that I don't even know [?] I'm in my own world, '94 Common shit Don't compare me to niggas I have nothing in common with I am the two three The one [?] Homecoming, drinking tequila, no mocking bird
Ima do it right (yeah), on my spring break shit Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Shout out to the girls I'm kicking it at the lake with Red cup sipping, burning L's by the pool house Even when it's back in, I'm feeling like school's out And Ima do my own thing, so may the best man win Nigga, may the best man win Man, I fell the fuck out then I woke up gone And now I'm working til tonight when Ima do it again Lets get it
Somebody tell 'em Hyde Park is the home base I'm swinging for the stands, bout to run this shit Blowing up, they say I'm the bomb on some [?]shit Throwing up the [?]as if I couldn't stomach it Give your girl a heat stroke, hotter than the summer get it I don't have to make 'em go, I got that shit they come and get A Chicago McDonald's, I'm posted up in the front of it Save money nigga, get a Chase card Double [?], I'm riding on the track like a race car See the way I'm putting words together like I ain't got a space bar A Chicago [?]from the jungle where the apes are Boy, I said I'm coming out swingning, put your guards up Time for these candy ass rappers to get they bars up [?]rocking with it, my nigga, turn the guitars up Shooting for the moon, a nigga wetting the stars up Shots fired, nah I'm in it till the end Ima see 'em at the finish line, I'm going for the win (for the win)
Ima do it right (yeah), on my spring break shit Shout out to the girls I'm kicking it at the lake with Red cup sipping, burning L's by the pool house Even when it's back in, I'm feeling like school's out And Ima do my own thing, so may the best man win Nigga, may the best man win Man, I fell the fuck out then I woke up gone And now I'm working til tonight when Ima do it again Lets get it
Fuck bitches, save money Nigga Fuck bitches save money And if you don't know now you know nigga! Ah! This is so fucking fun!
When I'm getting bread, put the hollow head to they head Getting bread up in the Chi I'm getting bread up in the Chi, dawg We getting bread up in the Chi, what? We getting bread up in the Chi (getting bread up in the Chi) Bread up in the Chi We getting bread up in the Chi Getting bread where? Getting bread up in the Chi
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