Van Vogue

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Will hmm hmm they hmm hmm will
 Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
 Dolce crop top, my play close down
 Those Celine wedges are way downtown
 Best dressed up, better, you best dressed down
 Oh, it's me, fella, the banji gets out
 All females fledge to bambi style
 Light my wrist up, flexin blaow
 Vamp me up, turn her down
 Amp me up, sugar, it's like mm-ow
 We got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow
 Oh, it's so supple, the ass so round
 Trust, there's no trouble, the king go down
 Bust your bitch bubble, where's my crown
 Banks, flame hot, Rapunzel style?
 Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
 Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
 If she ain't know, the bitch know now
 It's the one, miss, the cunt is out
 Flip the scripts, so your bitch know styles
 Did that first, but your bitch know now
 Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
 Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
 If she ain't know, the bitch know now
 If she ain't know, the bitch know now
 Boy, (boy) don't fill yourself too much on her
 Boy, (boy) your friends will laugh at you now, now, now
 In that, you been did that, you been with that, you been-been that, bitch
 But they all forget you when I spin this shit
 Better dance for this and get your skin wet, bitch
 Champ in this, see me mingle dip
 Making plans to get your little bammer's dick
 If she ain't legit you better send that witch
 If the mens is rich, you better spend that chip
 Better put that M-B, get that, get that banji
 Bitch, you know you never looking pretty princey
 Pretty princey, pretty pretty princey
 Bitches wanna come and look at pretty AB
 Pretty AB, pretty pretty AB
 Damn, little bam, you could get it maybe
 But these bitches always fronting like they in the A-Z
 I'm just doing me but these bitches can't breathe
 Hoes on 'em, haters on 'em, Hoochies on 'em, players on 'em Vogues and escalators on 'em Hoochies on 'em, flavors on' em
 Hoes on 'em, haters on 'em, Hoochies on 'em, players on 'em Vogues and escalators on 'em Hoochies on 'em, flavors on' em
 Hoes on 'em, haters on 'em, Hoochies on 'em, players on 'em Vogues and escalators on 'em Hoochies on 'em, flavors on' em
 Hoes on 'em, haters on 'em, Hoochies on 'em, players on 'em Vogues and escalators on 'em Hoochies on 'em, flavors on' em
 Gonna sip that sip, and hit that dip
 Damn little bam, you a real bad bitch
 When I twist that hip, and lick that lip
 Damn, where ya man when she look like this?
 The men that rich, the rich that rich
 Hands on the gram, better get that grip
 If you built like this, you built like this
 Dance with it, dance with it
 Gonna sip that sip, and hit that dip
 Damn little bam, you a real bad bitch
 When I twist that hip, and lick that lip
 Damn, where ya man when she look like this?
 The men that rich, the rich that rich
 Vans on the Grand, better grip that grip
 If you built like this, you built like this
 Dance with it, dance with it
 Come on
 They
 Will
 They
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 Oh, yo yo yo, these bottom ass bitches with these raggedy ass shoes
 I see you, bitch, with your Pellegrino refund, I see you coming out of NYU
 Spitting that refund check, getting fly rainbows and shit
 Tryna come out of Forever 21 stunting on me
 Don't want to see none of your 'Whole Foods' and shit
 I see you, motherfucker, let me get some of that Kombucha drink, bitch
 Let me get some- shit! I want some, I want some
 You stepped it up, you not in McDonalds, you in Chipotle, fuck outta here!
 Fuck outta here, so what, you know where the spot at, you still aren't a rap bitch
 And you tryna' stunt on me, yeah, you out the hood
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, so what?
 You out the hood now, I feel you, I feel you
 They got government grants and shit like that, that get you outta here
 Equal opportunity education programs and shit that got you outta these streets
 Now you up in there, you a freshman at UNCC, UNY, whatever, somewhere, studying some shit about political science
 And you tryna do your shit on the side and you downtown just closing
 You won't, you having a good time, but when I see you, bitch, just light me up
 You know it's me! Light me up, when I ask you, just light me up
 You know me, don't front now, don't front now
 Oh, yeah, I don't smoke blunts no more, I don't smoke no blunts no more, bamboo now
 You got on some white boys, I feel you!
 And now you don't wanna light me up when you see me come through
 We don't drink Henny no more? Oh, nah, you drinking?
 White wine, haha!
 White wine, bitch, okay
 Next
 

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Duration
05:57
Key
11
Tempo
127 BPM

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