Lyrics For Vendetta By Stogie T ft Brittney Melvin
verse 1
Vendetta, thick skin under thin sweater
Don’t think for a second shit sweet
And T will let ya disrespect
I mincemeat niggas for breakfast
Conduct the beats like Quincy with the orchestra
A lecture from professor Hannibal Lecter
My pitbull senses food in human texture
We at the section, low key with the brethren
Demi-sec for a shorty looking like she breast feed
These nigga flexing four deep with VS
And no bitch doing extra phony shit for attention
It’s no stress till they poke me in the chest
With a phone seeking a selfie
Pour a drink on her dress
Gotta address it, check a nigga temperature
But Bo Brady said be measured so I settle down
Send a messenger, the bouncer like a wrestler
Kick ’em out the VI they out there with the regulars
Vendetta, I’m petty they gotta learn a lesson
Fuck ’em forever
Whatever birdie he got I’m texting
Till she the ex, put a baby mama in a Benz
Uber Black got a cutie added to our lady friends
Don’t play with them, my niggas really raise blinkies
I could get you got for the price of a race pigeon
Don’t fuck with me, I don’t beef with rappers that’s silly
They say to you what they can’t to me
When they see me, Stog
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Show up in the place with style and grace
See the sour on their face
That’s that vendetta
Pull up like vroom, ass on boom
Bitches turn gloom
That’s that vendetta
Bank full of pape(er), fly no cape
Faces turn sour grape
That’s that vendetta
Ohh huh that’s that vendetta
Ohh huh that’s that vendetta
verse 2
Gorilla shit, they squeeze for money penny pinch
My Guerrilla niggas beat the army in them skirmishes
MK veterans, armored truck co-conspirators
Eat sirloin steak at the Saxon with the minister
Black businesses off the books, no written shit
Colonial pillaging call ’em crooks but don’t give ’em shit
Well here’s a look, lease the whip from the dealership
Take a whiff of this, breath the fumes or just eat a dick
Driving Europeans crazy like immigrants
Dunk a nut of semen on racists call it conditioner
It’s in my lineage mum and pops was militant
Cousin wasn’t innocent, those the cards he dealing with
Ace of Spade out the bucket to remember him
‘Cause they was made out them struggles
When the pressure build it’s meant to feel like water
When you check the stream of thought, a nigga etched with skill
Get spins with no record deal
So for the record if its smoke, yeah I am here for this
But show don’t tell first lesson of the discipline
No embellishments, no tall tales we was living it
Toast your cocktails to a lyricist
Vendetta
We get ’em back when we level up
Revenge cheddar
For all the second hand shit they fed us
Set ’em up in the calm South Westerly weather
And touch lettuce forever all the et ceteras
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