Vlone

Yea I'm wearing Vlone
Vicky

Uhh
Uhh

Vicky hit my line all the time talking bout she trynna lick me
And I know you know time so I told that bitch like 6 feet
Man these niggas never try me cause they know I get sitchy
Bitch my shirt say Vlone

Prada, take too long in the store press the button then it start up
Uh
Niggas try to catch me lacking so I went and bought some armor
Yea
The way I'm selling all this Za bitch I'm booming like a farmer
Ohh oh
Bitch my shirt say Vlone

I got the narcs
Push it to start
My coupe it fart
I gotta park
You broke my heart
Blood on my shirt
Oh yea uh
Take off the roof
Look at the moon
Told me to pop out I told that bitch soon
Pop me a perc and it heal all my wombs
Turn up on me and I turn up the room

Bitch you acting like I know ya
Uh
Took my heart I need a donor
Uh
Got me smoking all the doja
Uh
Wear my heart up on my sleeve
Why you trynna stunt on me

Vicky hit my line all the time talking bout she trynna lick me
And I know you know time so I told that bitch like 6 feet
Man these niggas never try me cause they know I get sitchy
Man she won't leave me lone

Bitch my shirt say Vlone



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Writer(s): Ace Martin
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