Like Vanilla ft. Vae Vanilla Lyrics

Dark skin moving all this white

Like it's vanilla

Bad bitch

Popped out with a bag

Ain't have to tell ha

Smell like ether an exotic

By the night

You know what they say

If you smelt it then ight

Everything plastic in the trap

Except the razors

She know I'm the plug

Told ha help me pick these flavors

Could play this spot forever

If they let me pick the neighbors

Ain't never met a nigga

Ran it up from doing favors

Fifty-k in chains

Shits a shame yea I know it

Ten thousand off the road

Find a nemians then I blow it

You gotta love snow

When it roll it keep growing

You gotta love these hoes

When they choke they keep going

With a pretty bitch

Damn near pretty as it get

Looked me in my eyes

Double twist an then she spit

She wasn't into girls

Till I took her on a trip

Showed ha ass the world

Then she showed me

What she'll give

Let me talk to ha

Fire ass pussy

Damn it turn me on

The way you grinding

When I'm pushing

Digging in ha hair

When she run I get to pulling

Whisper in my ear

Keep on trapping you dat nigga

Keep on trapping

You dat ha

Wrist work

Ima bust that brick

Until my wrist twerk

Ima cop a forty-one

An name that bitch dirk

Big flirt pulled off his bitch

I know that shit hurt

Big surf

Hunnits In my pocket

Like a ripped Smurf

pussy dripping like faucet

Told ha she can get it

I ain't worried what's costing

Ha nigga had a bag

Like his bitch

An then he lost it

Shoot it till it click

Hit a glitch an then you toss it

Louisvilly shit

I keep his money

Where my mind is

Or stash by my diamonds

Niggas going fed

You gotta move in silence

He want the best of me

Shit I'm the best

When I'm grinding

She want the recipe

Im one on one

So she can't find it

I ain't wanna be around

A damn soul when I was broke

But it never lasted long

I was quick to hit that road

I was quick to make that flip

I was hip to work that phone

See they hating on the low

Hoes gonna hate it when I blow

Im too fly

Looking like a meal

With more then two sides

Mad as hell I ain't dead or in jail Tell her wusah

Breathe in breathe out

I need pape y'all need clout

I'm so turnt y'all so hurt

Y'all hoes burnt leave out

Dick poking through the sweats

I'm working with some tight grip

Might need a fit test

Outta all them other hoes

He know I hit the best

Finna hit the strip an make a mess

Tell them bitches come get blessed