Van Vogue

Bang, pop, pop, Miss Thing go pow

Dolce crop top, my play clothes now

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, like zing-blaow

Vamp me up, turn her down

Amp me up, sugar, it's like mmm-ow

Got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow

Oh, it's so supple, the ass so round

Trust, there's no trouble, it can go down

Bust your bitch bubble, where's my crown?

Banks, flame hot, Rapunxel style

Bang, pop, pop, Miss Thing go pow

Bang, pop, pop, Miss Thing go pow

If she ain't know, the bitch know now

It's the one, miss, the kunt is out

Flip the scripts, stole your bitch whole style

She did that first, but your bitch so now

Bang, pop, pop, Miss Thing go pow

Bang, pop, pop, Miss Thing go pow

If she ain't know, the bitch know now

If she ain't know, the bitch know now

Boy, don't fill yourself too much on her (Boy)

Boy, your friends gon' laugh at you now, now, now, now, now, now (Boy)

In that, you been did that

You been with that, you been-been that, bitch

But they all forget you when they spin this shit

Better dance with this and get your skin wet, bitch

It's the Champ, Miss Little Cinnamon, young pip

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 quit that envy, get that, get that benji

Bitch, you know you never looking pretty princey

Pretty prissy, pretty-pretty prissy

Bitches on the cover, 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

All them hoes, all them haters

All them hoochies, all them players

All them rolls and escalades

All them roses, all them flavors

All them hoes, all them haters

All them hoochies, all them players

All them rolls and escalades

All them roses, all them flavors

All them hoes, all them haters

All them hoochies, all them players

All them rolls and escalades

All them roses, all them flavors

All them hoes, all them haters

All them hoochies, all them players

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, bet ya man wish you looked like this

If the men that rich, stay 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, bet ya man wish you looked 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, come on