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VOGUE SESSION 6 (feat. DJ DELISH)
Kevin JZ Prodigy
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Ayy, one call then my twin on go Model b***h, she straight from Vogue Changin' it up, that swag was old Spent some commas on my clothes (Blatt, b***h) Ain't no help, it's just my bros Bands came in, dripped out my ho Watch out, b***h Up in the mornin', when that bands gon' hit? (Bee, bee) She wanna ****, that b***h so hip Kill that b***h, that shit on my hip Pockets right, I don't want no deal Too much lean, it got me ill (Slime) Slime that boy, b***h, do it, yeah Hollow tip, b***h, how that feel? (Oou) Diamond b***h, I'm goin' for the kill Talk about no bands, I block, O'Neal (What, what?) Y'all n****s lame, b***h, how that feel? (What, what?) Catch me a play like NFL Too much Perc', lil' Zen don't chill Goin' for the kill, told my twin, "Chill" Rich as ****, I ain't trippin' 'bout no bill Kel-Tec, knock a **** n***a off his heels (Bah) Up as **** (Up), b***h, 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 ****in' talkin', pull out a hunnid bills (Phew) Ain't stoppin' shit 'til I hit a hunnid mills (Hunnid, hunnid) B***h, I ain't takin' shit, got like a hunnid deals (Hunnid, hunnid) B***h, she want lil' Zen, she need a wishin' well Ayy, one call then my twin on go (Blatt) Model b***h, she 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, b***h (Ha, ha) Up in the mornin', when that bands gon' hit? (Bee, bee) She wanna ****, that b***h so hip Kill that b***h, 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, b***h, do it, yeah Hollow tip, b***h, how that feel? (Oou) Diamond b***h, I'm goin' for the kill Talk about no bands, I block, O'Neal (What, what?) Y'all n****s lame, b***h, how that feel? (What, what?) Catch me a play like NFL
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