Filey - Vicious Infatuations (Produced By GingerBeatMan) | Текст песни

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Intro:
When it comes to gettin money, best believe I'm vicious,
Infatuated by a vision of possessin all the riches,
So I laugh when reminiscin, forgettin all of the bitches,
That passed me up, when I just needed somebody to listen,
Now they wishin I forgive em, show em some effection,
I just finger fuck em all, save the world ma erection,
Now they listen to ma every word, attention never breakin,
On a mission, tryna learn, ma most Vicious Infatuations...

Verse 1:
I'm goin for the gold,
The platinum and the stones,
The chalice and the throne,
Never alone, cuz I keep the chrome,
By ma side; ammo from ma mind, triggered by ma soul,
Treatin me like dirt, like the earth underneath ma toes,
But I'm motivated to pave the hatred into a road,
Leadin to nothin mo, then the immortality for shown,
But fuck it, I let em know,
I refuse let the fear show,
I'll condemn ma own soul,
To eternal damnation if so,
But I can't, I won't, I refuse God damn-it,
I got a skill so evident, everything else remains irrelevant,
Since the world remains testing him, he sets laws to his testament,
But if they don't digg it, well fuck it Filey just burry them,
Do it for your homie, Blake Berrigan, if anything,
Cuz apparently, he had more faith in you, then your parents ever did,
Let your enemies salute the new lieutenant bitch,
I gotta be the king, cuz it just seems I be runnin shit...

Break:
Shout out to Vicious Infatuations,
Shout out to Ginger Beat Man for making this one happen,
Shout out to the Family of Royalty (What's really good?)
Rest in peace Blake Berrigan, we miss you down here big boy,
Lets get em Red!
Yeeuhh

Verse 2:

Young Killa j.r.,
Money's on ma radar,
I keep on spittin "Fire" like a brothas getting laid-off,
Ma homies blast-fa-me (blasphemy), make you bleed if you play God,
I burn the bitch down, Napalm,
Say dawg, why you starin so hard this way?
I must be a "fresh prince", since I'm dealin with all the banks,
Call of duty, I swear to stay shootin for the stars,
Born into the G-Code, but now I'm settin all the laws,
The ball is in ma court, better abort before I resort,
To the violence residin behind this lions empire,
And let the sirens come find him, God damn-it I'm losin ma mind,
And it seems as if ma demons are catching up to me,
Magazine I throw it up, like I been eating way to much,
But my pockets stay stuffed, like they got sinus,
"Achoo" God bless,
So it's a must that I gotta bust,
I got a lust when it comes to guns,
Run from a G when I come,
Son listen up, like there's a voice from up above,
I'm the real deal, you mothafuckas is just a dud,
Five-star rating, now everybody hatin,
But I'm screaming "Fuck the world and her bastard baby!"
Young Flo, iremember that you always told me,
"Homie, you gotta take your shot; Young Kobe Bryant"
Like David and Goliath, i'll go and i drop the giant,
Crucify the liars, and i nail em next to Pontious Pilot,
Damn, I'm on another level, sweatin ethanol,
I'm spittin fiya, like California Medical,
I'm seeing dollar signs, when i close ma eyes,
My verses stay poppin, mothafucka, dynamite,
I spit that dope so don't overdose, grab a cup and toast,
to the illest rapper that's approached, in God-knows how long...
How long has it been, since a mothafucka killed the song like me yall, ugh...

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