Testo No Turning Back Now - Vdon feat. Vado
Testo della canzone No Turning Back Now (Vdon feat. Vado), tratta dall'album VDon Presents: Lab Work, Vol. 1
Uh-uh
Bring the drums
Woo!
Sounds so swaggaful
Uh!
Who zip my jacket, man? (Huh!)
Vado, man
Even though I'm cooler than a Blazer
Huh
Ayo, Doe, what up?
Yo
Yo, you could tell how I'm laced, I'm what you males hate (Huh?)
Louis scarf over the Gel Bape
Louis Vuitton shells, gazelle shape
YSL waist, five-fifty CL taste (Uh)
See me and smell cake, every day is a hell date
Huh, ya boy focused, five
Fuck the Phantom drop, I'm feelin' that Ocean Drive
Top down right on Ocean Drive
Polo fly, you act like you don't know this guy
Golf shirts and trunks, my squad thirst to stunt
Won't see me the whole year, but appear first of the month (Huh?)
Huh, it's no need to front
You hold work in your trunk, I hold work in the trunk
Top floor, nigga, yeah, my niggas is all getters
Eight ball dealers, war like Adolf Hitler
Huh, I move with eight strong niggas (Yeah)
Only chips you seen is when you ate tortillas, nigga
Fuck y'all talkin' 'bout?
Vado, Vado
Y'all know what the name stand for
Vibes and Drugs Only, nigga
Money out of vibes and drugs, of course
Y'all now listen to the most anticipated, slash most hated
Slash hoes favorite, you blast, I okayed it
Four door Jag, I old eight it
No patience, soon as I hear it, I go lay it (Yeah, huh)
I'm in a different zone (Always)
That river road life had me in a different mode
Different ends, different Benz, even different hoes (Yes)
Bitches that centerfold, I fuck 'em and send 'em home, home
Get it? I live it by the code
They say the kiss of death is under a mistletoe
I E-Z Pass through life, I never miss a toll (Never)
Plus I never walk as if a nigga missin' toes
Before a Mason was a pastor
I kept green on me like The Masters, I'm a master
AK blast ya, don't want me to get at ya
You a baller, I'll thrash ya, then hang you in the rafters
There's no way I'm not gettin' this cash
If I ain't a maid, you could kiss my True Religion ass (Ayo, Vars)
And I don't let the bitch breathe
Thirty-two rocks in the watch, I let the wrist freeze
You don't get the point, god, like Tinsley
I'm lettin' it be known, a superstar is in me (You feel me?)
You a broad, it's not believable
No need for you, your money ain't all year, it's seasonal
Get it right, I belong here, I'm weavable
Black card, only thing you chargin' is your vehicle (That's cost)
Then you wonder why this guy clean
By any means, make the people wise like Visine
You only shine with bling, I'm natural high beam
Fuck it, I take the chair, most hated is my team
If you dreamin', you need to wake up
I lay down newspaper, pull a pound and break up (You know)
It don't take much for me to get my weight up
My jeweler locked in the feds, and I don't mean Jacob (Johnson), huh
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Writer(s): Teeyon Winfree, Tivon Key
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