Vic Apollo

"Nothing"

You don't know nothing bout the bands, b*tch you broke
You look like the type to go and sell your soul
I don't nothing about loving these hoes
All that i know is all these hearts I done broke

Crystal meth? That's a no-no
That's that sh*t for the bozos
Namaste to my old hoes
I'm doing fine by my solo

b*tch, don't show up at my house
This a trap house, not a White House
Yeah, keep on staring at me, pluck your eyes out
You can't hide from me, know your hideout

Gave you a benefit of doubt
Show me what you bout
Show me what you bout for some pound, for some clout
My head in the cloud, I feel like a owl
I ain't tapping out, round for round, pound for pound

Smoking on the loud
Do you hear me now?
You can't hear a sound
You lost in the crowd
Smoking on the loud
Do you hear me now?
You can't hear a sound
You lost in the crowd

You don't know nothing bout the bands, b*tch you broke
You look like the type to go and sell your soul
I don't nothing about loving these hoes
All that i know is all these hearts I done broke

Crystal meth? That's a no-no
That's that sh*t for the bozos
Namaste to my old hoes
I'm doing fine by my solo

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