Van Vogue

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 Will They Will They 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