1oneam - vogue
[Chorus]
Ayy, one call then my twin on go
Model bitch, she straight from Vogue
Changin' it up, that swag was old
Spent some commas on my clothes (Blatt, bitch)
Ain't no help, it's just my bros
Bands came in, dripped out my ho
Watch out, bitch
Up in the mornin', when that bands gon' hit? (Bee, bee)
She wanna fuck, that bitch so hip
Kill that bitch, that shit on my hip
Pockets right, I don't want no deal
Too much lean, it got me ill (Slime)
Slime that boy, bitch, do it, yeah
Hollow tip, bitch, how that feel? (Oou)
Diamond bitch, I'm goin' for the kill
Talk about no bands, I block, O'Neal (What, what?)
Y'all niggas lame, bitch, how that feel? (What, what?)
Catch me a play like NFL
[Verse]
Too much Perc', lil' Zen don't chill
Goin' for the kill, told my twin, "Chill"
Rich as fuck, I ain't trippin' 'bout no bill
Kel-Tec, knock a fuck nigga off his heels (Bah)
Up as fuck (Up), bitch, how you feel? (How you feel?)
Foreign whip (Whip), your shit slow like snail (Blatt, blatt)
How I'm goin', they ask me how I'm goin' still (Yeah)
Ayy, all that fuckin' talkin', pull out a hunnid bills (Phew)
Ain't stoppin' shit 'til I hit a hunnid mills (Hunnid, hunnid)
Bitch, I ain't takin' shit, got like a hunnid deals (Hunnid, hunnid)
Bitch, she want lil' Zen, she need a wishin' wеll
[Chorus]
Ayy, one call then my twin on go (Blatt)
Model bitch, shе straight from Vogue
Changin' it up, that swag was old
Spent some commas on my clothes
Ain't no help, it's just my bros
Bands came in, dripped out my ho
Watch out, bitch (Ha, ha)
Up in the mornin', when that bands gon' hit? (Bee, bee)
She wanna fuck, that bitch so hip
Kill that bitch, that shit on my hip (Woo)
Pockets right, I don't want no deal
Too much lean, it got me ill (Slime)
Slime that boy, bitch, do it, yeah
Hollow tip, bitch, how that feel? (Oou)
Diamond bitch, I'm goin' for the kill
Talk about no bands, I block, O'Neal (What, what?)
Y'all niggas lame, bitch, how that feel? (What, what?)
Catch me a play like NFL
Ayy, one call then my twin on go
Model bitch, she straight from Vogue
Changin' it up, that swag was old
Spent some commas on my clothes (Blatt, bitch)
Ain't no help, it's just my bros
Bands came in, dripped out my ho
Watch out, bitch
Up in the mornin', when that bands gon' hit? (Bee, bee)
She wanna fuck, that bitch so hip
Kill that bitch, that shit on my hip
Pockets right, I don't want no deal
Too much lean, it got me ill (Slime)
Slime that boy, bitch, do it, yeah
Hollow tip, bitch, how that feel? (Oou)
Diamond bitch, I'm goin' for the kill
Talk about no bands, I block, O'Neal (What, what?)
Y'all niggas lame, bitch, how that feel? (What, what?)
Catch me a play like NFL
[Verse]
Too much Perc', lil' Zen don't chill
Goin' for the kill, told my twin, "Chill"
Rich as fuck, I ain't trippin' 'bout no bill
Kel-Tec, knock a fuck nigga off his heels (Bah)
Up as fuck (Up), bitch, how you feel? (How you feel?)
Foreign whip (Whip), your shit slow like snail (Blatt, blatt)
How I'm goin', they ask me how I'm goin' still (Yeah)
Ayy, all that fuckin' talkin', pull out a hunnid bills (Phew)
Ain't stoppin' shit 'til I hit a hunnid mills (Hunnid, hunnid)
Bitch, I ain't takin' shit, got like a hunnid deals (Hunnid, hunnid)
Bitch, she want lil' Zen, she need a wishin' wеll
[Chorus]
Ayy, one call then my twin on go (Blatt)
Model bitch, shе straight from Vogue
Changin' it up, that swag was old
Spent some commas on my clothes
Ain't no help, it's just my bros
Bands came in, dripped out my ho
Watch out, bitch (Ha, ha)
Up in the mornin', when that bands gon' hit? (Bee, bee)
She wanna fuck, that bitch so hip
Kill that bitch, that shit on my hip (Woo)
Pockets right, I don't want no deal
Too much lean, it got me ill (Slime)
Slime that boy, bitch, do it, yeah
Hollow tip, bitch, how that feel? (Oou)
Diamond bitch, I'm goin' for the kill
Talk about no bands, I block, O'Neal (What, what?)
Y'all niggas lame, bitch, how that feel? (What, what?)
Catch me a play like NFL
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