Vanilla Thriller

"I know I have a destiny, my dreams are everything to me!"

All these chains around my neck like a pitbull in a junk yard
Packin' my Off-Whites in Louis V, what's a Goyard
Give my brain to science when I'm movin' on and dead and gone
That's the only way they'll see what I been operatin' on

Vanilla Thriller
All killer
Vanilla Thriller
No filler

Charged up on a dream
There's nothin' realer

Charged up on a dream
There's nothin' realer

My favorite friends are Louis Vuitton associates
I got the sauce, marinara on my grocery list
I want desert money baby I ain't missin' it
Lamborghini lime green, nitroglycerin

What you say to me?
You my enemy
I can't see the beef
I'm stackin' cheddar cheese
What they payin' me
They ain't a friend to me
They Scientology
I'm Leah Remini

These rappers really all the same like hotel rooms
Watching them feelin' like I'm watchin' cartoons
You're flat-footed, I'm Tazmanian
Your bat's wooden, I'm Titanium

You hate on me you talk and round and round and round we go
I ain't got no Kevin Love for you no Lake Oswego
Keep your cool in Vegas even if you're feelin' hot here
Call your chubby girlfriend cuz she lost here

Double threat two P's on my last name
You no MJ but this'll be your last game
Poker face goin' Jessica Chastain
Full throttle ya I'm movin' in the fast lane

Double threat two P's on my last name
I'm revvin' up and I got a full gas tank
I'm revvin' up like a '66 Mustang
Full throttle ya I'm movin' in the fast lane

Vanilla Thriller
All killer
Vanilla Thriller
No filler

Charged up on a dream
There's nothin' realer

Charged up on a dream
There's nothin' realer



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