Icky Vicky Vibes Mp3 Song Download Skilla Baby

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Music Comsposer Skilla Baby
Lyricist Skilla Baby
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Icky Vicky Vibes Lyrics Skilla Baby

Uh, huh
I grew up fast, I was thuggin’ young
All my bitches wanna meet my mama ’cause they love her son
I’m a felon, still ridin’ ’round with like a hundred guns
Put a different pair of shoes on and start another run
Huh? These bitches icky, give me Vicky vibes
Niggas Timmy odd and they give me pick me vibes
Every time they see me elevatin’, they get teary eyed
Could’ve lost my life a couple times, it was clearly God (Huh?)
Niggas fear the guys, only thing I fеar is God
Only thing I hear is God when I’m in my Fear of Gods
Beef’ll makе these niggas hide, we come quick like Jimmy Johns
Put a sweet potato on the MAC like, “Nigga, pick your side”
We be tryna catch these niggas slippin’, they don’t never slide
You gotta know the revolution gon’ be televised
It’s a nigga somewhere with his phone out usin’ metal eyes
Every week, I leave the state, I’m tryna find a better vibe (Huh?)
Ah, I gotta hustle, I can’t take no L
‘Cause I gotta pay my bills and all my bitches want Chanel
Twenty thousand on my pendant, couple on my belt
Let my AR sing, it shake the table, call it K. Michelle
Nigga got a bitch I like, I steal her, Le’Veon Bell
I ain’t got no weed for you to smoke, baby, I sell
I hope God gon’ let me into heaven, I made it through hell
A lot of niggas wanna see me fall to say that I failed
Wake up, put my shoes on, baby get her Trues on
I be fresh to death, might put Mike Amiri on my tombstone
All my ARs fully, pull up by myself, get all the goons gone
I’ma move on if she don’t wanna give me head
My big bro a Crip, he mad as hell he gotta sip the red
It’s a lot of ho niggas wanna see me dead
Hit my hoes at a hotel, they never seen my bed
Me versus me
Huh? All my hoes like rich niggas
We ain’t trippin’ ’bout the hoes, you never see me with no simp niggas
All of us up six figures
Or at least we up enough to get you disfigured
My brother bleed, but I got a family full of Crip niggas
They go by F&F
I be by myself, that’s when I’m at my best
‘Cause I can’t call a lot of niggas to clean up my mess
I hustle on my own, custo on my phone
Needo on my other line
My sister tired of her friend tellin’ her her brother fine
Mike Amiri who? Don’t come near me, huh
I be havin’ days I only talk to Siri, huh
I took the tint out my buff to see shit clearly
Needo say I gotta go support my cousin at his hearing
I been in that room before, you know I feel you, bro
It ain’t never easy facin’ time, you know I feel you, though
It’s only gon’ make you stronger, it ain’t kill you, bro

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