Текст песни Like Vanilla - Surf God , Vae Vanilla

Dark skin moving all this white
Like it's vanilla
Bad bitch
Popped out with a bag
Ain't have to tell ha
Smell like ether an exotic
By the night
You know what they say
If you smelt it then ight

Everything plastic in the trap
Except the razors
She know I'm the plug
Told ha help me pick these flavors
Could play this spot forever
If they let me pick the neighbors
Ain't never met a nigga
Ran it up from doing favors

Fifty-k in chains
Shits a shame yea I know it
Ten thousand off the road
Find a nemians then I blow it
You gotta love snow
When it roll it keep growing
You gotta love these hoes
When they choke they keep going

With a pretty bitch
Damn near pretty as it get
Looked me in my eyes
Double twist an then she spit
She wasn't into girls
Till I took her on a trip
Showed ha ass the world
Then she showed me
What she'll give

Let me talk to ha
Fire ass pussy
Damn it turn me on
The way you grinding
When I'm pushing
Digging in ha hair
When she run I get to pulling
Whisper in my ear
Keep on trapping you dat nigga
Keep on trapping
You dat ha

Wrist work
Ima bust that brick
Until my wrist twerk
Ima cop a forty-one
An name that bitch dirk
Big flirt pulled off his bitch
I know that shit hurt
Big surf
Hunnits In my pocket
Like a ripped Smurf

Pussy dripping like faucet
Told ha she can get it
I ain't worried what's costing
Ha nigga had a bag
Like his bitch
An then he lost it
Shoot it till it click
Hit a glitch an then you toss it
Louisvilly shit

I keep his money
Where my mind is
Our stash by my diamonds
Niggas going fed
You gotta move in silence
He want the best of me
Shit I'm the best
When I'm grinding
She want the recipe
Im one on one
So she can't find it

I ain't wanna be around
A damn soul when I was broke
But it never lasted long
I was quick to hit that road
I was quick to make that flip
I was hip to work that phone
See they hating on the low
Hoes gonna hate it when I blow

Im too fly
Looking like a meal
With more then two sides
Mad as hell I ain't dead or in jail Tell her wusah
Breathe in breathe out
I need pape y'all need clout
I'm so turnt y'all so hurt
Y'all hoes burnt leave out

Dick poking through the sweats
I'm working with some tight grip
Might need a fit test
Outta all them other hoes
He know I hit the best
Finna hit the strip an make a mess
Tell them bitches come get blessed