VIP Lyrics

Got him stuck, acting like he just smoked

You think I'm the man, how I made him choke

He wanna fuck, think I felt a lil' poke

I don't like to rush, we gon' take it slow

Gotta work your way up, you was just a ho

If he give me the ick, can't even be the bro

He did everything right, but I still left him cold

He only see me when them eyes closed

Met him last week, now he tryna cuff

He said I'm too fine, now he droppin' his hoes

I'm girly, I like that romantic stuff He binging my stories, it's his favorite show

If he give me the ick, he ain't make the cut

Before I fuck a lame, I'll pull out the rose

No, his name ain't Royce, but he drive the rolls

He wanna pic when we strike a lil' pose

He tell me pull up to the BNB They poppin' champagne and they VIP

He running game put losing his bro with the fade It's the one that I'm choosing

In the club throwin' bands

Pretty bitch, I be setting them trends

AMG, he spinnin' the benz I got him obsessed, now he making no sense like

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Call the big body cuz I'm finna dip I still protected, I stay with my blick

I go home alone, I ain't sucking no dick

He go home with thotties to get a lil' lick

Fly to New York cuz I need a lil' trip

Come to my crib, I'm tryna see you strip

Come to my home, baby, I'm tryna kick it

He rush to me, now he got a lil' ticket

If I tell him to, he gonna lick it

He eat my ass like a buttermilk biscuit

Twist it and pull it, I bop it and flick it

He got that shit that's gonna make me risk it

Whenever I leave, he gon' text me he miss it

He hit my line and he call me his misses

He said I'm the only shorty on his wish list

FaceTime me and I'm blowing him kisses

FaceTime me, just show him a tit He not in my city, he gon' make a trip

Ooh, he sexy, now I want a lil' jit He ate it so long now he talk with a lisp

He ate it for hours, he turned to Mike Tyson

He lovin' me down, ain't gon' be no fightin

This ass is like thunder, he strike me like lightning

He makin' me crazy, it's a lil' frightening

He tell me pull up to the BNB They poppin' champagne and they VIP

He running game put losing his bro with the fade It's the one that I'm choosing

In the club throwin' bands

Pretty bitch, I be setting them trends

AMG, he spinnin' the benz I got him obsessed, now he making no sense like

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