Deno - Vanilla lyrics

[Intro] (ONETAKEJAKE) Hmm, yo (Who made this, JB made this, hahaha) Hahaha [Chorus] Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (Woo), twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (Ooters) They don't slip, they slide (Ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (Woo), twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (Ooters) They don't slip, they slide (Ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla [Verse 1] Just came through with a one-two, if you ask mе then I might just son you I don't give a sh*t 'bout numbers, undo But ask for my numbеrs and I might just done you (I'll do that) They copy and paste, they best undo Everyone salutes when they see me but you (Salute) Shout out Driz when I cut through, wooka, paw, I bring out the kung-fu I'm in the ghetto, ra-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta And this one chick's way too paro I'm with my dawgs, I'm with my dawgs One week I'm there, next week I'm gone One week in ends, next week Milan Foreign cars, I push to start, I see my guys, I say, "Wagman?" (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer (Skrr) Twenty plate, that's a buss down (Woo), twenty plate not old school dinger (Skrr) For realers be my side (Ooters) They don't slip, they slide (Ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (Woo), twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (Ooters) They don't slip, they slide (Gon' slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla [Verse 2] Eighteen with the million plaques Soon sittin' on like a million racks (That's right) I'm abroad, they like the accent, guess I'm sounding like it's a M1llionz track (Woosh) And all my brothers still with me, and all my brothers good From backflips and tappin' tables, to makin' it out the hood Tell me what you like-like, baby? (Baby) I bring the ice-ice, baby Princess cuts, make you oh so brazy I make you slay like Stacey Take you the hood, show you finer things Different life to the life you life Hatton G for the finest rings (Bossy) Babe, that's the life we live [Chorus] Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer (Skrr) Twenty plate, that's a buss down (Woo), twenty plate not old school dinger (Skrr) For realers be my side (My side, ooters) They don't slip, they slide (They slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (Woo), twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (My side, ooters) They don't slip, they slide (Gon' slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla