Vogues
Yeah, yeah
Sesh, sesh, sesh, sesh
I'm in the parking lot sitting on Vogues
517 to the 810
I'ma rep it to the day I go
Weapon on my lap, don't get too close
You cool, bitch? Yes, I know
The dead man with the 94 flow
Lift it up like a four by four
Penthouse on the 94th floor
Bones stitched in golden thread
On the back of the velvet robe
Rose petals lead to the jacuzzi
Strawberries and a bottle of Beau
She came, she don't wanna go
Where you been, Bones? She don't wanna know
She came, she don't wanna go
Where you been, Bones? She don't wanna know
Like that (like that, yeah)
Like that, yeah
See, these other men would lie to you, baby
I'll tell you the truth with a capital T every time, baby
Time is precious when you're with me
I'ma take my Rolex off and put on the nightstand
You don't gotta worry about shit
I told the bitch, "I can put you on"
Don't trip, baby, we've both grown
Pootytang how I break these hoes
Put some milk outside at the door
Yeah, she thought my house was a Rolex boutique
She thought my garage was a Ferrari dealership
And that bitch thought I loved her
Sesh, sesh, sesh, sesh
I'm in the parking lot sitting on Vogues
517 to the 810
I'ma rep it to the day I go
Weapon on my lap, don't get too close
You cool, bitch? Yes, I know
The dead man with the 94 flow
Lift it up like a four by four
Penthouse on the 94th floor
Bones stitched in golden thread
On the back of the velvet robe
Rose petals lead to the jacuzzi
Strawberries and a bottle of Beau
She came, she don't wanna go
Where you been, Bones? She don't wanna know
She came, she don't wanna go
Where you been, Bones? She don't wanna know
Like that (like that, yeah)
Like that, yeah
See, these other men would lie to you, baby
I'll tell you the truth with a capital T every time, baby
Time is precious when you're with me
I'ma take my Rolex off and put on the nightstand
You don't gotta worry about shit
I told the bitch, "I can put you on"
Don't trip, baby, we've both grown
Pootytang how I break these hoes
Put some milk outside at the door
Yeah, she thought my house was a Rolex boutique
She thought my garage was a Ferrari dealership
And that bitch thought I loved her
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Writer(s): Bones
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