3, 2, 1, Vogue ft. Hayden Todd Lyrics

Fuck the crown, this is my show

Let me clack my fan while I hit the floor

Nigga just hit it once, I think he want some more

Pull my panties to the side cause he got the dough

Strutting down the runway, I don’t give a fuck what you say

Pose on fleek, they call me Yoncé

All the boys want my poonanny

At the Metro Music Hall chilling with my queens

No sugar daddy here cause we got the green

Only fuck with hood niggas cause they got the weed

Known to carry big things if you know what I mean

They’ll pop a muthafucka when it comes to me

Niggas know I’m the Queen, I don’t have to speak

Oh word? That bitch throwing shade at me?

Let me call my goons up, may she Rest In Peace

Cat walk on these hoes

Cat walk on these hoes

Cat walk on these hoes

Now clack that fan and Vogue

This music has the power to blow your mind

This music has the power to blow your mind

Now pose, pose, pose, pose

Now pose, pose, pose, pose

Now strut, strut, strut, strut, strut, strut

3, 2, 1, Vogue

Yo Willy

Let’s get this party poppin who got the molly pill

My name ring bells this ain’t no fuckin drill

Catch me outside, I ain’t talk Dr. Phil

I come through slayin’ Just lookin for a Kill

Bill

Foot on his throat with my Louis heel

Bangin little body from the tread mill

Invite your man over for a quick chill

He could get it

I’m the gay rapper from the Salty city

Yea my flow so wack, my barz are fuckin witty

If the Bitch clapp back, I’ll laugh and say oh did he

I’m the the big bad wolf come here you fuckin piggy

All I wanna do is party and hit the floor

Yea dis dat beat got my ass so low

You’re just an appliance let me call ya stove

Bitch 3, 2, 1, just watch me vogue

Cat walk on these hoes

Cat walk on these hoes

Cat walk on these hoes

Now clack that fan and Vogue

This music has the power to blow your mind

This music has the power to blow your mind

Now pose, pose, pose, pose

Now pose, pose, pose, pose

Now strut, strut, strut, strut, strut, strut

3, 2, 1, Vogue