Lyrics Vado – When I Die

I just need to get this said
With all due respect you’ve put me down in this game
I didn’t ask for that, not even a hand shake
Make me want things, things I could see and I can almost touch

Uh turn up your stereo but you don’t her me though
I’m eating off the Oz and the white like Cherios
Hoes been giving me nut, imperial
I’m lyrical need the miracle disappear and move
Shit is real looking critical
Niggas will play with your kids just to get rid you
I’m strapped up put some dolo like let me sit with you
I just came home, the streets sayin’ I need it get with you,
That’s when he said it ain’t no recruiting homie,
I got enough, don’t need another nigga shooting for me,
That’s bout enough, had it up to here niggas up the years
Them numbers fierce on that package, that ain’t enough to share
So now I gotta switch up the gears,
Up the leer rari’s with bucket chairs custom with the wheels
Then give em reason to fucking steal, we all fucking here.

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Nigga when I cry no tear shit, ain’t beautiful
Nigga when I ride, no fear, I put the tool in you
Nigga when I die, don’t care if it’s no funeral,
Nigga you alive and you here, God ain’t through with you.

This kid over ten did ten now he home again
Was the mass and rover since had to rolly and rover then,
He was my doberman sold the rock more than hova man,
Was over when he caught his first body, he ain’t been sober since
I let them holder benz, healthy knot and a burner
Front him a half a brick, a whole block and then work em
Told em don’t do shit, just take care of the server,
He having this move fist like he don’t feel he a earner
Think he a has been when I laugh like ain’t you just stacking
Like fuck captain, just fall back and start relaxing,
He want the action, squeeze plastic ski masking
Told em don’t even ask then, not to see this is passion
Tomorrow early I need you meet up a curly,
Curly ran with a birdie and moving like ain’t no worries,
If you hurry and burry I pay with them things go for
Here’s he’s key, 804, say no more

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Mansion in Bulvia, stand with the familia
Lamping with a millia, lambobanana interior
Every morning I’m hand in hand in from Silvias
Hammer in my pilly so put some bampers that really up
Like what’s the cause? designer clothes
Stuck off my second god father, Hyman Roth
Been on his own, my real father behind them walls
The monologue with with just talking chains like a diamond cross
Hustled at night till I can’t stand up,
Garage flooded with white like Santanas
We was up in the price till we can’t stand us
All our Gucci colors is white can’t scam us

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