Van Vogue

Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow

Dolce crop top, my play close down

Those Céline 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, like zing, 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 out styled

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

Its the Champ to sip, the cinnamon, young hip

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

All them hoes, all them haters, all them hoochies, all them players

All them rolls and escalades, all them roses, all them flavours

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 for me

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 for me

Oh, yo yo yo, these bottom ass bitches with these raggedy ass shoes

I see you, bitch. With your Pell Grant 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. And 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 all that. 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 Henney no more? Oh, nah, you drinking? White wine - wahahahah, white wine, bitch, okay

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