VICIOUS CHAMBERS

Like what you're wearing
You never looked better to me
With a smile and a hair pin
Telling lies while you sleep
All you do is parade
Who are you at the masquerade
When the sky’s full of rain
I'll be burning up the floor
You're a sweet one
Put my name on the door
Look the vicious chambers
We climbing up the walls

The night speaks to me
It whispers eagerly
Gangsters need to be just who they are
Riding in black cars
Swiping them black cards
Yeah wе superstars if we need to be
Yеah we superstars if we need to be

Liccle gold on the wrist watch
I’m dropped off at the lift off
You doors are getting licked off
Ripped off by my cutthroat mates
Pinky ring with the big rock cluster
Couple carats in a 5 finger duster
Automatic a Maddening lustre
Polyticing sober as a judge
Preaching at pace to them thots when they hot
And them fools with th high socks
Making shots in the nice spots
Them thugs with the bright shocks
Pushing flacks right of the dry docks
Making cake right off the high stocks
Confidence running round the sky bots
Doing tings on the blocks

Leaving every scene in a Beemer
Second had scheming every d ay
Cos i pay my for win with your honour
Whose sharp in the new benz
Dinging coins at the new kings
Half cut off the duck getting flew off ends
Speak and your instantly dead
Blunt with it
Subs in the trunk gold fronts with it
Speak and your instantly dead
Dogs bark and get jumped in
Wolves stay in the woods
I never knew that I could
Shubs made
Shubs made