Vice City Lyrics

Woah, yeah, it's that Vice City shit Woah, yeah, it's that Vice City shit

Woah, yeah, now it's that Vice City shit Woah, yeah, now it's that Vice City shit

It's that Vice City shit, got like Xtendo on my clip

I got the Crest of yo bitch, lips up on my dick, no counterfeit

I like to do all these drugs, but I stay up out the mix

I got this bad lil shorty, yeah, she ridin' with the stick

I said we pull up in a G5, ain't got no sleep time

You take that pill, little bitch, you're gettin' deep fried

And that's on me, Guy, but in the meantime

I need to roll up on some wood, I need some tree time

Got V12 engines and we ridin' through the city

I ain't talkin' bout no GTA, this is the real Vice City

All the bitches want some Chunk-E and they all be lookin' pretty

So I pull up with the squad, we pumpin' bottles, feelin' litty

Said we V12, swervin', got the whole block turnin' on

Diamonds on my neck, I got all these haters burnin

Said it's Chunk-E in this city, got all these ladies twerkin

V12, swervin', this the life that I'm deservin

She said, Chunk-E, take me to the top

I like the way you roll and how you rock

Said I got the racks up in my pocket, shawty on my jock

Said we cruisin' through the city, bitch, we got the top on lock

Vice City, baby, bitch, you know we never finna stop

Big brick, pure cocaine, bitch, I'm snortin up rock

I'm so good with this shit I do, they put me on the clock

Vice City, bitch, you know the clock ain't never finna stop

They can shoot me, they can knock me down, I'm never finna flop

I'm never finna flop

It's that Vice City shit, got like Xtendo on my clip

I got the Crest of yo bitch, lips up on my dick, no counterfeit

I like to do all these drugs, but I stay up out the mix

I got this bad little shawty, yeah, she ridin' with the stick

I said we pull up in a G5, ain't got no sleep time

You take that pill, little bitch, you gettin' deep fried

And that's on me, Guy, but in the meantime

I need to roll up on some wood, I need some tree time

Got money on my mind, got no time for a deuce

Versace on my body, got the Gucci on my shoes

Said we ridin' through the Ville with the top down in the coupe

Yeah, we breakin' all the rules, cause we got nothin' to lose

Money rainin' down like confetti in the sky

On a wave of all emotions, yeah, I'm feelin' oh so high

If another fuckin' guy wanna test me, he gon' die, woah

He gon' die, trust me, bitch, yeah, he gon' die, woah

Neon nights in Vice City, yeah, you know we don't know pity

Countin' racks, sippin' Henny, bitch, we feelin' so litty

Skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we speedin' through the city

Livin' fast and we flashin', bitch, we never feelin' shit

I said I'm flexin' up in Vogue, yeah, I'm drippin' in designer head to toe

Bitch, we never finna slow

You can catch me at the show, wild style, wild child

Yeah, I'm never gonna fold

Livin' life so lavish, bitch, you know we never gettin' sold