Vera Wang Lyrics

Woah woah

They can't tell you nothing

You don't listen no way

I think Jimmy Choo the only one that keep your nose raised

Who got your attention

Tory Birch or Loewe

She say its Lo-eve-eh since you asked though, I go both ways

Valentino handbag

Looking like you gone pay

Prada made a boss out you, you see it in your own face

Coach made you a star though

What u know about Bottega

Know you dream of Birkin's for your service and that's all

Got a brand new bag

And that's that

And you got a ass show them hoes where it's at

And it's really yours like a Urus in the back

Turn me on like a light gotta let me clap clap hold on

I think they see me through the tints bag back

I ain't say stop going I just said bag back

Wet ass pussy good head at that

Ain't no wonder why you always where the bread be at

For me that's ok

They don't know your whole play

They don't know you really think Celine you got like four Spades

Find Stella McCartney

Act like thats your own name

You just veer away to Vera Wang you in your own lane

Loud just like Versace

Hoes quiet like a storm came

Still love Halle Berry

But you must be the Storm babe

Get them some Umbrellas

It's water on the floor stain

Fenty on yo lips

And plus your Diamonds bring in more rain

Sound just like Rihanna

Music when you moaning

You know I get deeper than your sleep get in the morning

Breakfast if you empty

I thought that was Fenty

That's Victoria Secret how did she get here before me

She can't stay for long though

I love how they look but baby take them panties off though

And they really come off 'fore I say the word off though

You had good day as a boss, couldn't take your load off

Now you dealing with the boss though

But none of that drip gone matter when I turn your whole body to a motherfucking faucet though

Yeah how many more this gone take

How many more this gone take

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How many more do I

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How many more do I

Need for you

To put your faith in me

'Fore I be leaving you

I could buy the perfect ring

It wouldn't even fit your mood

Watching how the colors change

Got to be the fake in you

Caught up in a Hurricane

Caught me when my game was loose

Took me out the turning lane

Now I'm on the way to you

And I'm trying not to swerve in rain

Landed in a lovers pool

Depending on how quick I came

I could almost say I'm rude

You was like a drug I'd say

Never had a drug like you

Now I know the drug was fake

But I feel like a gremlin too

I put a boot on yo love

Try to drive off if you want something tugging your heart

Like it's Uno my love

Try to reverse if you want like that shit never happened

That boot ain't gone budge

I'm way too old for these games

But I'm just too damn player

To ruin my fun

Trying not ruin my run

Toxic for days how I came up

If I had shame might be shamed of

Shamed of myself fuck a lame bitch

You ain't from where I'm from what it take bitch

Lucky that God got me tamed

Lucky that God gave me Angels

Learned from Deneena and Deja

Feel like I owed you and paid you

Love can get deeper than hell