[Vic Santoro:]
Black Tux on a red carpet,
No backdrops,
just waps tucked in a rare garment
You learn the best lessons
when the worst happens
Just do your thing and bounce back
and then you merge back in
Rap oligarchs winning without no regards
Sign signals, we’re speaking without no remarks
Act comical, thinking that it was only bars,
No shuffling,
the only brudda that’s holding cards
Thinking about my losses as I burn the reefer
I was thinking like a novice, had to learn the ether
Times we used to grab the pizza man for pizza
Now my kids are eating lunch in the Burj Khalifa
Real prominence, make it and build monuments
Good leadership fails if it needs dominance,
Fake love, you can tell when it feels ominous
Adjudication, block time from the governors
This is for hitters with ill dreams, running with real teams
Get nicked, never will spill beans
Gotta make dua and remember there’s still dean
Hands full of dirt but my trainers are still clean
[Anariii:]
Yea I did it my way
I hustled, I grinded then I stepped up too
Guided by my faith
I get to the bag and I blow it on you
Coz I just want the finer things in life, oh yeah
I just want the finer things in life oh yeah yeah
[Vic Santoro:]
I said we came up braggadocious,
banging moves on mopeds
When man will come and page you,
if you’ve got it and you’re boasting
Never on a joke ting
Stepping on a whole ting
Make it come back double then
we stretch it on a rolled cling
Yeah, it’s do or die, we don’t raise the flag
And we’re hitting targets over here,
we don’t waste the mag
Get your hustle right, never chase the bag
I remember struggling for trainers,
now the shades a bag
Was verified before they gave the tick
That’s what happens
when your outfit can replace a stick
Call up over there for a case of each
They didn’t wanna know but look now,
how they changed the speech
I’m a problem, got ‘em scratching heads
Tryna be a good guy, still want couple…
I’ve gotta raise my yutes right,
can’t be out here catching zzz’s
I’m ready for the tour,
my project got a couple something’s there
I’m telling you this life’s preferred
Walking round in fabrics that
I never had a right to wear
I tried to show em love and
they was acting weird
Sitting on a visit like
I’m never coming back in here
[Anariii:]
Yea I did it my way
I hustled, I grinded then I stepped up too
Guided by my faith
I get to the bag and I blow it on you
Coz I just want the finer things in life, oh yeah
I just want the finer things in life oh yeah yeah
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Cigar Talk (Feat. Anariii) Lyrics English
[Vic Santoro:]
Black Tux on a red carpet,
No backdrops,
just waps tucked in a rare garment
You learn the best lessons
when the worst happens
Just do your thing and bounce back
and then you merge back in
Rap oligarchs winning without no regards
Sign signals, we’re speaking without no remarks
Act comical, thinking that it was only bars,
No shuffling,
the only brudda that’s holding cards
Thinking about my losses as I burn the reefer
I was thinking like a novice, had to learn the ether
Times we used to grab the pizza man for pizza
Now my kids are eating lunch in the Burj Khalifa
Real prominence, make it and build monuments
Good leadership fails if it needs dominance,
Fake love, you can tell when it feels ominous
Adjudication, block time from the governors
This is for hitters with ill dreams, running with real teams
Get nicked, never will spill beans
Gotta make dua and remember there’s still dean
Hands full of dirt but my trainers are still clean
[Anariii:]
Yea I did it my way
I hustled, I grinded then I stepped up too
Guided by my faith
I get to the bag and I blow it on you
Coz I just want the finer things in life, oh yeah
I just want the finer things in life oh yeah yeah
[Vic Santoro:]
I said we came up braggadocious,
banging moves on mopeds
When man will come and page you,
if you’ve got it and you’re boasting
Never on a joke ting
Stepping on a whole ting
Make it come back double then
we stretch it on a rolled cling
Yeah, it’s do or die, we don’t raise the flag
And we’re hitting targets over here,
we don’t waste the mag
Get your hustle right, never chase the bag
I remember struggling for trainers,
now the shades a bag
Was verified before they gave the tick
That’s what happens
when your outfit can replace a stick
Call up over there for a case of each
They didn’t wanna know but look now,
how they changed the speech
I’m a problem, got ‘em scratching heads
Tryna be a good guy, still want couple…
I’ve gotta raise my yutes right,
can’t be out here catching zzz’s
I’m ready for the tour,
my project got a couple something’s there
I’m telling you this life’s preferred
Walking round in fabrics that
I never had a right to wear
I tried to show em love and
they was acting weird
Sitting on a visit like
I’m never coming back in here
[Anariii:]
Yea I did it my way
I hustled, I grinded then I stepped up too
Guided by my faith
I get to the bag and I blow it on you
Coz I just want the finer things in life, oh yeah
I just want the finer things in life oh yeah yeah
Find more lyrics at asialyrics.com
Vic Santoro Lyrics – Cigar Talk (Feat. Anariii)