Vanish
When shit don't feel the same
Is you built for pain
I done felt the rain
Remember who was there
Yeah, yeah, yeah
He wanna drill, I wanna chill
She popped a pill, she wanna thrill, uh
She wanna fuck, I wanna fuck
I like that math, uh
Tell me your name, slide in ya Ms
Text on Vanish, uh
Text her, uh (text her)
Text on, uh (text on)
I wanna chill
She popped a pill, she wanna thrill, uh
She wanna fuck, I wanna fuck
I like that math, uh
Tell me your name, slide in ya Ms
Text on Vanish, uh (vanish)
Text her, uh (text her)
Text on, uh (text on)
I wanna trip
I like them blues, addicted to strips uh, (addicted to strips)
I love my pole, addicted to hoes
I be on them strips uh, (I be on them strips)
Takin' it yeah, (yeah)
She takin' it uh, (uh)
Throwin' it back, she makin' it clap
You be doin' tricks huh, (she be doin' tricks)
No disrespect, you makin' them checks, (makin' them checks)
Yeah, I'm talkin' accounts related to, uh
Yeah, if not, that's cool
You goin' to school, you do what it do
You makin' the moves, (makin' the moves)
You follow the code, you true to you
You ain't breakin' the rules, huh
When shit don't feel the same
Or the pain get overbearing
Is you built for pain
Or your word just holds no merit
I done felt the rain
Stuck in storms, ain't have no shelter
Remember who was there
The only one to really help
He wanna drill, I wanna chill
She popped a pill, she wanna thrill, uh, (she wanna thrill)
She wanna fuck, I wanna fuck
I like that math, uh
Tell me your name, slide in ya Ms
Text on Vanish, uh
Text her, uh
Text on, uh
I wanna chill, she popped a pill
She wanna thrill, uh
She wanna fuck, I wanna fuck
I like that math, uh
Tell me your name, slide in ya Ms
Text on Vanish, uh, (text on)
Text her, uh, (text her)
Text on, uh (text on)
Touch on that, yeah (touch on that)
Suck on that, uh (suck on that)
Fuck on that, yeah (fuck on that)
Tell me you 'bout to cum (tell me you'bout to)
But I gotta hit the strip (I gotta)
'Cause I got some shit to flip (Igot some)
Yeah, I got a lot to do (yeah, I got a lot)
And I got a lot to lose (I got a lot)
I gotta make smarter moves (I gotta make)
I watched some of my partners lose (I watched some of my)
I know how these bitches choose (I know how these)
And I won't be victim too (and I won't be)
And I won't be victim too (and I won't be)
I know how these bitches choose (I know how these bitches choose)
I watched some of my partners lose (I watched some of my)
I gotta make smarter moves (I gotta make)
Is you built for pain
I done felt the rain
Remember who was there
Yeah, yeah, yeah
He wanna drill, I wanna chill
She popped a pill, she wanna thrill, uh
She wanna fuck, I wanna fuck
I like that math, uh
Tell me your name, slide in ya Ms
Text on Vanish, uh
Text her, uh (text her)
Text on, uh (text on)
I wanna chill
She popped a pill, she wanna thrill, uh
She wanna fuck, I wanna fuck
I like that math, uh
Tell me your name, slide in ya Ms
Text on Vanish, uh (vanish)
Text her, uh (text her)
Text on, uh (text on)
I wanna trip
I like them blues, addicted to strips uh, (addicted to strips)
I love my pole, addicted to hoes
I be on them strips uh, (I be on them strips)
Takin' it yeah, (yeah)
She takin' it uh, (uh)
Throwin' it back, she makin' it clap
You be doin' tricks huh, (she be doin' tricks)
No disrespect, you makin' them checks, (makin' them checks)
Yeah, I'm talkin' accounts related to, uh
Yeah, if not, that's cool
You goin' to school, you do what it do
You makin' the moves, (makin' the moves)
You follow the code, you true to you
You ain't breakin' the rules, huh
When shit don't feel the same
Or the pain get overbearing
Is you built for pain
Or your word just holds no merit
I done felt the rain
Stuck in storms, ain't have no shelter
Remember who was there
The only one to really help
He wanna drill, I wanna chill
She popped a pill, she wanna thrill, uh, (she wanna thrill)
She wanna fuck, I wanna fuck
I like that math, uh
Tell me your name, slide in ya Ms
Text on Vanish, uh
Text her, uh
Text on, uh
I wanna chill, she popped a pill
She wanna thrill, uh
She wanna fuck, I wanna fuck
I like that math, uh
Tell me your name, slide in ya Ms
Text on Vanish, uh, (text on)
Text her, uh, (text her)
Text on, uh (text on)
Touch on that, yeah (touch on that)
Suck on that, uh (suck on that)
Fuck on that, yeah (fuck on that)
Tell me you 'bout to cum (tell me you'bout to)
But I gotta hit the strip (I gotta)
'Cause I got some shit to flip (Igot some)
Yeah, I got a lot to do (yeah, I got a lot)
And I got a lot to lose (I got a lot)
I gotta make smarter moves (I gotta make)
I watched some of my partners lose (I watched some of my)
I know how these bitches choose (I know how these)
And I won't be victim too (and I won't be)
And I won't be victim too (and I won't be)
I know how these bitches choose (I know how these bitches choose)
I watched some of my partners lose (I watched some of my)
I gotta make smarter moves (I gotta make)
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Writer(s): James Bowers
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