Visa.

Visa.

Visa.

Visa.

Visa.

I told him it's the V-I-V-I-L-L-A-G-E.

V-I-V-I-L-L-A-G-E.

Triple sevens, famos, that G's up.

We don't give a fuck long as you throw them V's up.

Triple sevens, famos, that G's up.

If you don't give a fuck, my nigga, throw them V's up.

Triple sevens, famos, that G's up.

I told him it's the V-I-V-I-L-L-A-G-E

V-I-V-I double L-A-G-E-L

I'm coming home

Now it's a time

God have found a place for me.

Trouble on my mind.

I'm not supposed to chase a dream But it's up to you

Life is what we make What you gonna do?

Before it's too late, late La, la, la Smokin' on the tire I told him it's the V-I-V-I-double-L-A-G-E

V-I-V-I-L-L-A-G-E-L

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