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Van Vogue Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
Dolce crop top, my play close down
Those Céline wedges are 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, ??
Vamp me up, turn her down
Amp me up, sugar, it's like mm-ow
Got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow
Oh, it's so supple-the a** so round
Trust, there's no trouble, the king go down
Bust your b**** 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 b**** know now
It's the one, miss, the c*** is out
Flip the scripts, so your b**** ??
Did that first, but your b**** know now
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
If she ain't know, the b**** know now
If she ain't know, the b**** know now

[Hook 1]
Boy (boy) don't fill yourself too much on her
Boy (boy), your friends will laugh at you now, now, now

[Verse 2]
In that, you been did that, you been with that, you been-been that, b****
But they all forget you when I spin this s***
Better dance for this and get your skin wet, b****
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Making plans to get your little ??'s d***
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
b****, you know you never looking pretty princey
Pretty princey, pretty pretty princey
b****** on the cover look at pretty AB
Pretty AB, pretty pretty AB
d***, little bam, you could get it maybe
But these b****** always fronting like they in the A-Z
I'm just doing me but these b****** can't breathe
[Hook 2]
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[Bridge]
Gonna sip that sip, and hit that dip
d*** little bam, you a real bad b****
When I twist that hip, and lick that lip
d***, 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 for me
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[Outtro]
Oh, yo yo yo, these bottom a** b****** with these raggedy a** shoes
I see you, b****. With your Pell Grant refund, I see you coming out of NYU
Spitting that refund check, getting fly rainbows and s***
Tryna' come out of Forever 21 stunting on me
Don't want to see none of your "whole foods" and s***
I see you, m***********. Let me get some of that kombucha drink, b****
Let me get some...s***. I want some. I want some
You stepped it up. You not in McDonalds, you in Chipotle-f*** outta here!
f*** outta here. So what, you know where the ?? spot at. You still aren't a rap b****
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 s*** like that that get you outta here
"Equal opportunity education" programs and s*** that got you outta these streets
Now you up in there, you a freshman at UNCC, UNY, whatever, somewhere, studying some s*** about political science
And you tryna' do your s*** on the side. And you downtown just closing
You won't ?? you having a good time. But when I see you, b****, just light me up
You know it's me! Light me up. 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 ?? white wine. Wahahahah. White wine, b****, okay
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