Travis Stewart - Van Vogue lyrics

[Verse 1] Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow Dolce crop top, my play clothes now Those Céline wedges are way downtown Best dressed up, better, you best dressed down Oh, it's me, fella, the banji gets out All females fledge to bambi style Light my wrist up, like zing-BLAOW Vamp me up, turn her down Amp me up, sugar, it's like mm-ow Got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow Oh, it's so supple—the a** so round Trust, there's no trouble, it can go down Bust your b**h bubble, where's my crown Banks, flame hot, Rapunxel style Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow If she ain't know, the b**h know now It's the one, miss, the kunt is out Flip the scripts, so your b**h out styled Did that first, but your b**h so now Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow If she ain't know, the b**h know now If she ain't know, the b**h know now [Hook 1] Boy (boy) don't fill yourself too much on her Boy (boy), your friends will laugh at you now, now, now [Verse 2] In that, you been did that, you been with that, you been-been that, b**h But they all forget you when I spin this sh** Better dance for this and get your skin wet, b**h Its the Champ to sip, the cinnamon, young hip Making plans to get your little bammer's dick If she ain't legit you better send that witch If the mens is rich, you better spend that chip Better quit that envy, get that, get that benji b**h, you know you never looking pretty princey Pretty princey, pretty pretty princey b**hes on the cover look at pretty AB Pretty AB, pretty pretty AB Damn, little bam, you could get it maybe But these b**hes always fronting like they in the A-Z I'm just doing me but these b**hes can't breathe [Hook 2] All them hoes, all them hater All them hoochies, all them players All them rolls and escalades All them roses, all them flavors 2x [Bridge] Gonna sip that sip, and hit that dip Damn little bam, you a real bad b**h When I twist that hip, and lick that lip Damn, bet ya man wish you look like this The men that rich, the rich that rich Hands on the gram, better get that grip If you built like this, you built like this Dance with it, dance for me [X2] [Outro] Oh, yo yo yo, these bottom a** b**hes with these raggedy a** shoes I see you, b**h. With your Pell Grant refund, I see you coming out of NYU Spitting that refund check, getting fly rainbows and sh** Tryna' come out of Forever 21 stunting on me Don't want to share none of your “whole foods” and sh** I see you, motherf**er. Let me get some of that kombucha drink, b**h Let me get some...sh**. I want some. I want some You stepped it up. You not in McDonalds, you in Chipotle—f** outta here! f** outta here. So what, you know where the dumpling spot at. You still a hoodrat b**h And you tryna' stunt on me. Yeah, you out the hood. And yeah yeah yeah, so what You out the hood now, I feel you. I feel you They got government grants and sh** like that that get you outta here “Equal opportunity education” programs and sh** that got you outta these streets Now you up in there, you a freshman at UNCC, UNY, whatever, somewhere, studying some sh** about political science And you tryna' do your sh** on the side. And you downtown just closing. You all that. You having a good time But when I see you, b**h, just light me up You know it's me! Light me up. When I ask you, just light me up You know me. Don't front now. Don't front now Oh, yeah, “I don't smoke blunts no more. I don't smoke no blunts no more. Bamboo now.” You got on some white boys, I feel you! And now you don't wanna light me up when you see me come through We don't drink Henney no more? Oh, nah, you don't drink Henney, white wine. Wahahahah. White wine, b**h, okay Next