3, 2, 1, Vogue

Fuck the crown, this is my show
Let me clack my fan while I hit the floor
Nigga just hit it once, I think he want some more
Pull my panties to the side cause he got the dough
Strutting down the runway, I don't give a fuck what you say
Pose on fleek, they call me Yoncé
All the boys want my poonanny

At the Metro Music Hall chilling with my queens
No sugar daddy here cause we got the green
Only fuck with hood niggas cause they got the weed
Known to carry big things if you know what I mean
They'll pop a muthafucka when it comes to me
Niggas know I'm the Queen, I don't have to speak
Oh word? That bitch throwing shade at me?
Let me call my goons up, may she Rest In Peace

Cat walk on these hoes
Cat walk on these hoes
Cat walk on these hoes
Now clack that fan and Vogue

This music has the power to blow your mind
This music has the power to blow your mind
Now pose, pose, pose, pose
Now pose, pose, pose, pose
Now strut, strut, strut, strut, strut, strut
3, 2, 1, Vogue

Yo Willy
Let's get this party poppin who got the molly pill
My name ring bells this ain't no fuckin drill
Catch me outside, I ain't talk Dr. Phil
I come through slayin' Just lookin for a Kill
Bill
Foot on his throat with my Louis heel
Bangin little body from the tread mill
Invite your man over for a quick chill
He could get it
I'm the gay rapper from the Salty city
Yea my flow so wack, my barz are fuckin witty
If the Bitch clapp back, I'll laugh and say oh did he
I'm the the big bad wolf come here you fuckin piggy
All I wanna do is party and hit the floor
Yea dis dat beat got my ass so low
You're just an appliance let me call ya stove
Bitch 3, 2, 1, just watch me vogue

Cat walk on these hoes
Cat walk on these hoes
Cat walk on these hoes
Now clack that fan and Vogue

This music has the power to blow your mind
This music has the power to blow your mind
Now pose, pose, pose, pose
Now pose, pose, pose, pose
Now strut, strut, strut, strut, strut, strut
3, 2, 1, Vogue