Van Vogue Lyrics

Azealia Banks

Been pop pop a single pal
Don't you crop top my pickles down
Grow some lean wedges and wait down town
Best yourself, better you best yourself
Hope you sniff under the BNG to south
Orpheans fetch to Bambi style
Like my wrist up, legs in vlow
Hit me up, turn her down
Hit me up, she got this loud and clear
Got the coo cook the young young wow
Oh the so so the ass so round
Trust is no trouble we can't go down
Bust a bitch bubble where's my crown?
Banks came out Rapunzel style
Bang a pop pop a single pal
Bang a pop pop a single pal
If she ain't know the bitch know now
Is the one, it's the curtains up
Flip the switch so you bitch look style
Skip that frisk but your bitch so mad
Bang a pop pop a single pal
Bang a pop pop a single pal
If she ain't know the bitch know now
If she ain't know the bitch know now

Don't fill yourself too much
No, your friend won't love you, no
No no, no no

In that you've been did that
You've been with that
You've been been there
But bitch dont' forget when you spend the shit
That wept tears for this and get your skin ripe bitch
It's the shots that get you in the ming ‘em pit
That depends, will you get you big merch dick
If she ain't legit you better send that witch
It commence the switch, you'd better spend that chick
Better put that in V, got that put up in G
But your nigga lover lookin' pretty greasy
Pretty pussy, pretty pretty pussy
Bitch you send a couple lookin' pretty AB
Pretty AB, pretty pretty AB
Damn little Ben you can't get an AV
But these bitches looks frontin' lookin' in the AZ
I'm just little me cuz you think can't just breathe

Hoes on them haters, all the hoochies on the players
All them rose Escaladers, all them losers, all them flavors
Hoes on them haters, all the hoochies on the players
All them rose Escaladers, all them losers, all them flavors
Hoes on them haters, all the hoochies on the players
All them rose Escaladers, all them losers, all them flavors
Hoes on them haters, all the hoochies on the players
All them rose Escaladers, all them losers, all them flavors

When I sip that sip I hit that dip
Damn little Bam, you a real bad bitch
When I twist that hip and lick that lip
Damn that shit mean, I wish you looked like this
Suck him in that rich and catch that bitch
Hands on the wheel, let me get that whip
If you do it like this, you do it like this
Dance with it, dance with it

When I sip that sip I hit that dip
Damn little Bam, you a real bad bitch
When I twist that hip and lick that lip
Damn that shit mean, I wish you looked like this
Suck him in that rich and catch that bitch
Hands on the wheel, let me get that whip
If you do it like this, you do it like this
Dance with it, dance with it, come on

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