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VENDETTA Video (MV)




Performed By: Cousin Stizz
Length: 2:13
Written by: Stephen Goss




Cousin Stizz - VENDETTA Lyrics
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Yeah

Yeah
I got my bag together, still my vendetta
We ain't never felt 'em
My whole gang fed up
Y'all niggas ain't here forever, we don't live forever (live forever)
Finna aim at the chin to check 'em
My bitch look better, got a crib with a fancy setup (setup)
How my dawg in the pen of cheddar?
Kickin' game, business letter (business letter)
They gon' fall apart, we don't dig to dead 'em (dig to dead 'em)
Purple rain and you feel the weather, yeah (yeah)
We jumped out a Aventador, your shit a Jetta

Foreign fling, hit and cut it like swords swing
Palm trees, doin' ya thing
Gettin' money, obviously (obviously)
I seen 'em pump shade (shade)
For the shit they hold in the bank (shit)
Feds out here doin' the same, watch him, he look like a snake

And they be lurkin', I hear these niggas play dirty
Bought a chain and made it all flurry
Put pain in none of my fury
That shit be making me nervous
Can't feel me you ain't from the curb
And yet when we was hurtin'
Out here we puttin' that work in, that's for certain
Poppin' this bitch, no nerfing
She on my dick, the side of her that's perfect
That's just a surface
Now I'm on her like a Jergens
Pourin' it up, I'ma sip in the car
She drink me like I'm a Slurpee
I don't got no one to run it up like I'm in jerseys, yeah
No they are not on my tier
Ain't nobody out here wanna hear
Take off in and switch into gear
Heard you got your diamonds outta Sears
These hoes ain't got no idea
I keep it, I keep this shit playa'
I don't trip 'cause I know what it is
Just one hit, then go outta here
Yeah, bro got baked off the J no Jay
In my life for a bigger play
Every route is a fish to clay
Beg your pardon, a pimp don't pay
I'ma need all that bread today
Careful ridin' where the trenches stay
Let 'em Mac and I demonstrate
Takin' notes with no pen and pape
I don't like this, I made my own number
Niggas shootin' like gymnast the jungle
That girl give me unlimited sugar
Give her pipe, but I'm not Pumper
My Givinchy cost forty four hunnid
Just remember these niggas ain't love us
Just remember these niggas ain't love us, yeah
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Yeah

Yeah
I got my bag together, still my vendetta
We ain't never felt 'em
My whole gang fed up
Y'all niggas ain't here forever, we don't live forever (live forever)
Finna aim at the chin to check 'em
My bitch look better, got a crib with a fancy setup (setup)
How my dawg in the pen of cheddar?
Kickin' game, business letter (business letter)
They gon' fall apart, we don't dig to dead 'em (dig to dead 'em)
Purple rain and you feel the weather, yeah (yeah)
We jumped out a Aventador, your shit a Jetta

Foreign fling, hit and cut it like swords swing
Palm trees, doin' ya thing
Gettin' money, obviously (obviously)
I seen 'em pump shade (shade)
For the shit they hold in the bank (shit)
Feds out here doin' the same, watch him, he look like a snake

And they be lurkin', I hear these niggas play dirty
Bought a chain and made it all flurry
Put pain in none of my fury
That shit be making me nervous
Can't feel me you ain't from the curb
And yet when we was hurtin'
Out here we puttin' that work in, that's for certain
Poppin' this bitch, no nerfing
She on my dick, the side of her that's perfect
That's just a surface
Now I'm on her like a Jergens
Pourin' it up, I'ma sip in the car
She drink me like I'm a Slurpee
I don't got no one to run it up like I'm in jerseys, yeah
No they are not on my tier
Ain't nobody out here wanna hear
Take off in and switch into gear
Heard you got your diamonds outta Sears
These hoes ain't got no idea
I keep it, I keep this shit playa'
I don't trip 'cause I know what it is
Just one hit, then go outta here
Yeah, bro got baked off the J no Jay
In my life for a bigger play
Every route is a fish to clay
Beg your pardon, a pimp don't pay
I'ma need all that bread today
Careful ridin' where the trenches stay
Let 'em Mac and I demonstrate
Takin' notes with no pen and pape
I don't like this, I made my own number
Niggas shootin' like gymnast the jungle
That girl give me unlimited sugar
Give her pipe, but I'm not Pumper
My Givinchy cost forty four hunnid
Just remember these niggas ain't love us
Just remember these niggas ain't love us, yeah
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Writer: Stephen Goss
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