Lamar Styles - VIP lyrics

Hook White Girl Wasted I might not make it Gang in the vip And we're going so crazy Broads in the whip Cause we finna be famous Im finna make money But i swear it won't make me (x2) [Verse 1] My Jawline so defined I can cut yo b**h off with it Man i got golds on my canines Them German Shepherds Gon come get you And leave the herd Of you sheep of the earth 6 feet in the dirt Got damn that's a long landing Damn shes been planning To speak to young mar For a minute She thinks i'm so got damn handsome She grabbed on my hand held Hand wrote her damn cell Number on my hand While she held That sh** like it was some fan mail fu*k IT She wanna f** i can tell She wanna ride with the top back A little slop And her mouth spat A few kids in our life Swallow that I ain't ready to be a damn dad Man i'm so childish i really Wonder where my mind went Lately i've been living like a savage Mama im sorry But i'm chasing my dreams f** being a doctor f** wearing a suit for the white man Forced to talk proper Finna make dollars On my own time and that's it And these hoes follow And text my damn line Cause they know i'm finna be rich They know i'm finna be rich Yea yea Hook: White Girl Wasted I might not make it Gang in the vip And we're going so crazy Broads in the whip Cause we finna be famous Im finna make money But i swear it won't make me (x2)