Van Vogue Lyrics

[ @Lori_Green]

Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow

Dolce crop top, my play close down

Closely waiting in 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, Lights me “Wow!"

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

Oh, don’t feel yourself too much

(Oh, oh, oh)

Oh, oh

No, you really don’t love me girl

No now

(Now, now, 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

Champs in this 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

Hoes on ‘em, Haters on 'em

Hootchies on 'em, Players on 'em

Hoes let’s go later on 'em, Hootchies on 'em

Flavors on 'em, Hoes on ‘em

Haters on 'em, Hootchies on 'em

Players on 'em, Hoes let’s go later on 'em

Hootchies on 'em, Flavors on 'em

Hoes on ‘em, Haters on 'em

Hootchies on 'em, Players 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

Hands on the gram, Better get that grip

If you built like this, You built like this

Dance with it, Dance with it

C'mon!

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 dumplin' 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 dat and you having a good time

But when I see you, bitch, just light me up

You know it’s me! Light me up!

You know what I’m saying?

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 Henney white wine

Wahahahah

White wine, okay

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