Pralines
Hey, it's Señor Pink Hair Vonnie
And I figure that I need a bigger mink fur on me
Got a mommy that'll slop me 'til my mint pop
Lemon drop, bubble gum, coco butter kisses
Candy paint on this new stingray
Bought a coupe powder blue so I can shoot Usain Bolt
Bitch I'm Zeus with that deuce and a Colt 45 through ya face
Lame brains think the same chasing fame
I'm a sly guy, tie-dye shirt, munching dessert
Hitting treflips outside Five Guys
Fucker
You can't touch me
Ain't no MC, but this hammer keep it ugly
So don't hush me
Vonnie hush puppy her tummy if she seem lucky
This buggy I got Volks, these folks old and crummy
And yes bitch, huh
I smoke gold and gummy white, like Tom Tucker
Calm color, bomb brothers
Tummy tucked on this bitch
Mufucka I love her
Do my dance six times, fucking fans spit lines
So I find time to rhyme for the bag, get mine
Motherfucking Vonnie is the devil in a Wintergreen jacket
I trash it, thrash it up
Dragging nuts across Acuras
Asking what, ummm, had happened to blunts and passing em
Marshmallows with my sentimental fellows
Betting all my yellow jello that I'll win a grammy first, bitch
And I figure that I need a bigger mink fur on me
Got a mommy that'll slop me 'til my mint pop
Lemon drop, bubble gum, coco butter kisses
Candy paint on this new stingray
Bought a coupe powder blue so I can shoot Usain Bolt
Bitch I'm Zeus with that deuce and a Colt 45 through ya face
Lame brains think the same chasing fame
I'm a sly guy, tie-dye shirt, munching dessert
Hitting treflips outside Five Guys
Fucker
You can't touch me
Ain't no MC, but this hammer keep it ugly
So don't hush me
Vonnie hush puppy her tummy if she seem lucky
This buggy I got Volks, these folks old and crummy
And yes bitch, huh
I smoke gold and gummy white, like Tom Tucker
Calm color, bomb brothers
Tummy tucked on this bitch
Mufucka I love her
Do my dance six times, fucking fans spit lines
So I find time to rhyme for the bag, get mine
Motherfucking Vonnie is the devil in a Wintergreen jacket
I trash it, thrash it up
Dragging nuts across Acuras
Asking what, ummm, had happened to blunts and passing em
Marshmallows with my sentimental fellows
Betting all my yellow jello that I'll win a grammy first, bitch
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Writer(s): Vincenzo Tamburina
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