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Vanilla - Fabolous/Rich Homie Quan
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Ay ay yeah yeah Fab
What we do
Do what we wanna
Yeah
Rich Homie tell 'em
Got my groove back like I'm Stella
Yeah
No more paying the Margiela
She suck on the chocolate
After they told that lil b**ch to swallow my vanilla
Got my groove back like I'm Stella
Versace my chick Donatella
I got me some chocolate
I got butter pecan
I'm 'bout to go scoop some vanilla
Bad little chick name was Bella
Finer than wine in the cellar
Spin on her like a propeller
F**k is you niggas gon' tell
F**k
Niggas all talk acapella
That ain't your money bank tell her
That ain't your money bank tell her
Believe everything that I tell
My baby momma name is Rella
She swallow my seeds watermelon
I got my groove back like I'm Stella
I ain't need a photo
But I got a whole lotta money hidden in this motherf**kin' package
Pull up on a line with 3 hoes with
Me like my name James Harden
And anywhere you see me
If you ever tryna see me just know I got them rockets
Never gonna stop gotta get my guap
Won't let no Dwight Howard block it
She got the heart of a lion
I got the heart like I'm Simba
My heart is cold as December
Quan do you remember when I when I
Got my groove back like I'm Stella
No more paying the Margiela
She suck on the chocolate
After they told that lil b**ch to swallow my vanilla
Got my groove back like I'm Stella
Versace my chick Donatella
I got me some chocolate
I got butter pecan I'm 'bout to go scoop some vanilla
Don't think this iPhone was stylin'
Gold on my chest like a medal
You keep it 50 boy
I keep it 3 numbers just like a 100 or better
If she get all up boy I mail 'em
Balmain jeans match my Margielas
I passed the class I did not fail it
I don't even know what to tell her
Listen I know that shorty take diggin' it
I know that I'mma six figure it
I know that if we keep winnin' these niggas gon'
Think that we riggin' it
Load it and cock it and trigger it
Bang bang bang bang
Three of my niggas that's gang gang gang gang
Three on my neck that's a chain chain chain chain
Ride in the back of that May May May May
Whip on these niggas like Nae Nae Nae Nae
Hop out that b**ch like What the f**k did you say
Send you right to your maker
F**k on that b**ch while I'm on the D'usse
After that light the Jamaican
Got my groove back like I'm Stella
No more paying the Margiela
She suck on the chocolate
After they told that lil b**ch to swallow my vanilla
Got my groove back like I'm Stella Stella
Versace my chick Donatella
I got me some chocolate
I got butter pecan I'm 'bout to go scoop some vanilla
Yow yuh move too fast nuh
Slow dung
Oh yuh say dancehall
Yow
I got my groove back like I'm Stella
Any boy diss gon' meet my Beretta
Diss me or one of my breddas
You and your entire squad dead together
Ay di gyal dem a say we a di man dem
Weh dem want fi put f**k pon dem
Boy this one o' my gun dem
Lose it it a go be a bloodclatt problem
New York
All a di block dem
Yaad man dem bad from when
Rich Homie Quan and Fab dem
Roll out di drop then tek way di gyal dem
From then di bwoy dem fear we dem a fairy
Lickle baby can't walk near we
Mathematics we a check daily we hot clearly
Dem gyal see we and a scream like Mariah Carey
Get my groove back and dem nuh love dat
New form pretty like a Curry jumpshot
Semi automatic clips inna full stock
But real gangster nuh leff di ratchet bruk back
When this drop boom watch it kick back
Gyal dem inna big flock line up like when Jordan kicks drop
Dem man like big chat but we nuh dig chat
A nuh conference
Tell dem a bloodclatt Konshens