Lyrics Vanity - August $antan

Santan bitch, Santan bitch
Santan bitch, Santan bitch
Lil August
Yeah
Aye

(You, You Think You Famous)

In a Scat how I pull off (Yeah)
Finna watch y'all niggas fall off (Yeah)
3 hoes up in my loft (Yeah)
6'10 when I stand on my dough
Y'all niggas can't take my hoe
Glock 19 in a Louis V coat
She sucking my dick and I made her choke (Aye)
Vanity with my bro
18 and I'm all in my bag
Y'all niggas going out sad (Nah)
Y'all niggas be some fags (Yeah)
Y'all niggas get toe tagged (Aye)
All my niggas tote mags (Aye)
All my niggas got flags (Aye)
Don't care bout shit that I had
Trynna get richer and double my cash (Aye)

She keep on talkin', put dick in her mouth
I pop a perc and threw up on the couch
I got some killers, they up in the south
I know a nigga with 400 rounds
I know a nigga with 400 pounds
Yeah, yeah, we blowin' em' down
Yeah, yeah, Glock with a shh
Ain't making a sound
Got a grown bitch and I call her Mrs. Parker
Been in Hawaii, they said I got darker
Shot the dumb nigga, he ain't die, hitmarker
In High School, had a Glock in my locker
Waitin' for the day till a fuck nigga try me
On my dead homie imma do the boy grimey
219 yeah nigga we slimey
M.I.A. dumb bitch can't find me

In a Scat how I pull off (Yeah)
Finna watch y'all niggas fall off (Yeah)
3 hoes up in my loft (Yeah)
6'10 when I stand on my dough
Y'all niggas can't take my hoe
Glock 19 in a Louis V coat
She sucking my dick and I made her choke (Aye)
Vanity with my bro
18 and I'm all in my bag
Y'all niggas going out sad (Nah)
Y'all niggas be some fags (Yeah)
Y'all niggas get toe tagged (Aye)
All my niggas tote mags (Aye)
All my niggas got flags (Aye)
Don't care bout shit that I had
Trynna get richer and double my cash (Yeah)

(You, You Think You Famous)

I know you can text me back, so yeah
And I'll also like for you to call me nigga