vogue.

Aw Yea,
It's The K-K-K-Kiiid!

You always so closed,
This yo' time to open,
Babygirl, you chosen,
Just focus, go ahead and;

Walk, Strut, Pose,(ooh, ahh)
Walk, Strut, Pose,(ooh, ahh)
Walk, Strut, Pose,(you a)
You a bad bitch on the cover of Vogue;

Listen... Ms. Top of the top models,
Rockin' a crop top with the figure of pop bottles,
Believe me, I love it when you tease me fasho',
But know that now I'm tryna see how deep I could go (haha),
Lil x-rated? Yea, but girl you radiant,
So I had to come shoot my shot like McGrady and,
How you so expensive lookin' but low maintenance?
Stuntin' on em, Black Jeep, fuck Mercedes-Benz;
You pimpin' tho,
Lips rose gold,
Crazy how you got these other niggas simpin' tho,
That's what you living fo',
And I ain't finna be the next,
But baby you could bet that
Im'a help you reach yo' full potential tho like this:

You always so closed,
This yo' time to open,
Babygirl, you chosen,
Just focus, go ahead and;

Walk, Strut, Pose,(ooh, ahh)
Walk, Strut, Pose,(ooh, ahh)
Walk, Strut, Pose,(you a)
You a bad bitch on the cover of Vogue;

As I start to sweat a lil bit,
I realize that I shouldn't sweat the lil ish,
But you hot than a mug like you all hot toddy,
Hot than a mug, I might fall for you shorty;
Damn,
And as I'm worried a lil,
You Gucci, Louis, Dior,
Up in Bergdorf splurgin' a lil;
I should'a knew what I signed up for,
When I see you walking like Tyra,
Divine you like a goddess who strut more;
Me?
I'm just like a gambler, rollin' the dice
Hopin' that I play a role in ya' life,
Even though I know it's fast-paced
And I be movin' slow when I drive,
But I ain't finna come in last place
So grip me tight (as I floor it);

You always so closed,
This yo' time to open,
Babygirl,you chosen,
Just focus, go ahead and;

Walk, Strut, Pose,(ooh, ahh)
Walk, Strut, Pose,(ooh, ahh)
Walk, Strut, Pose,(you a)
You a bad bitch on the cover of Vogue;

(Hey Drew! Drew! Mr.-uh-The Kiiid! Hey!)

(Aye, aye, aye! Make some space! Back up! Back up! Watch out!)

(Big smile for me, really quick. Please. There we go! Yea.)

(Aye man, watch out! Watch out! Distance! Distance!)

(Hey, who's that mystery woman with you? Are you a model?
Drew's new flame? Well, whoever you are,
Let's get a smile from you too. Wow, you're gorgeous!
You definitely gotta be a model or something. Hey, hey, wait up!)

(Aye, I ain't gon' tell you again bro!
Stay back! Watch out! Watch out!)

(What's your name? What do you do? Who are you? Who are you?...)

(Bad-Bad-Bad bitch on the cover of Vogue)



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Bartolo Moleta, Andrew Darnell Dean Jr., Matthew Thomas Sterling, Ambartsoumyan Narek
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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