Vintage Lyrics – Slime Dollaz
Singer: Slime Dollaz
Title: Vintage
[I really like to use cash
[What the f#ck is up?
[What the f#ck is up?
Uh, I got vintage drip, I empty the clip
And I know they hiding, but this sh#t for real
I just popped a pill, and they didn’t know if it was real
And this thirty-round magazine, It’ll kill ya
I had flipped the car, I had upped the score
I was in Atlanta, Georgia with a n#gg# hoe
I’m smoking Zaza, I’m smoking dead man
And I ain’t no mothaf#ckin’ fan, I might f#ck your friend
And my n#gg# vulture, better hide your hoe
I’m with Tony Shnow, and we’ll up the score
These n#gg#s don’t like me and I don’t know why
Cause they know I be smoking all these damn dead guys
In my eyes, they bleeding, baby I’m real conceited
Off of park hill, this sh#t look like f#cking
We got bloods, we got g’s, we got f#cking fiends
And that n#gg# know snakehead, that boy a squeeze
Uh, I got vintage drip, I empty the clip
And I know they hiding, but this sh#t for real
I just popped a pill, and they didn’t know if it was real
And this thirty-round magazine, It’ll kill ya
I had flipped the car, I had upped the score
I was in Atlanta, Georgia with a n#gg# hoe
I’m smoking Zaza, I’m smoking dead man
And I ain’t no mothaf#ckin’ fan, I might f#ck your friend
I got vintage drip, f#ck motion picture this picture extended clip
I ain’t politicking with nobody, cause I ain’t running for congress
I’m only getting paid if you see me in the office
Otherwise, I be in the trap house posted
A real cool guy, I got guns but I don’t post ’em
I try not to f#ck my fans, I find out they groupies afterward
I been booked up all year if you broke I close the chapter
Ay, It’s polo vintage, this I got the clip extended
Welcome to the show, I go more forties in my trap than a Drake show
My lingo went on sale, I’m moving this not residential
I got no feelings, I love money, I’m sentimental
I just left Cali for the plug, I then hit vintage drip
Uh, I got vintage drip, I empty the clip
And I know they hiding, but this sh#t for real
I just popped a pill, and they didn’t know if it was real
And this thirty-round magazine, It’ll kill ya
I had flipped the car, I had upped the score
I was in Atlanta, Georgia with a n#gg# hoe
I’m smoking Zaza, I’m smoking dead man
And I ain’t no mothaf#ckin’ fan, I might f#ck your friend
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