Correction Lyrics Talented & Gifted by Vi Finesse

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Riding down Vicky, with my partners in the back
On the way to Phoebus, we gon have to lay a track
Put that on the family, cuz my cousins finna snap
Shout out to my sister and my brother from the Rap
Used to hit the Rip’s, just to grab a couple snacks
All these rappers LIDS, cuz them boys is full of caps
Hit my brother Kenny, he the plug for all my slaps
I done hit the pedal, we ain’t talking bout that gas

( I got the juice that all my haters want
I got that pasta cooking with the sauce
I got that plate that make me wanna floss
I chef it up and you gon' pay that cost!
I got the juice that all my haters want
I got that pasta cooking with the sauce
I got that plate that make me wanna floss
I chef it up and you gon' pay that cost!)

Word to Tim and word to Pusha, this is all I feel
Brinker got me on a level, they can never deal
I got the TAG as a boy, now I run the field
I hit the verses, sold the hooks, it was all appeal
Linda reading all my papers, never seen the stage
Vi Finesse in your face, I ain’t playing games
My momma told me go and get it, I ain’t ever change
I made it happen, never slacking, now I’m all the rage
It’s the boy with the flowers, he ain’t ever gonna stop
It’s the boy on them towers, when them albums gonna drop
It’s the boy with the power, putting hip inside the hop
Then I pull up in your city, watch your favorite rappers flop

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