VOGUE Lyrics – MadLuck
Singer: MadLuck
Title: VOGUE
Yeah they told me, “Show emotion”
I said, “f#ck it, I’m alright” [I’m alright
Yeah, I’m chilling with that clip
Hanging right by my side [by my side
In case a b#tch tryna touch me and my f#ckin’ side, huh
Yeah, I call her Tesha
Yeah, she keep me clean with her uvula [Her uvula
I just bought a brand new, huh, Franck Muller, uh [Franck Muller
Make him do the Hokey Pokey
When I call my shooter, uh [Call my shooter
Make him do the Hokey Pokey dancing like a snake, barracuda, huh
[Let’s get ready to rumble!
Old b#tch got them Kylie Jenner lip fillers
Used to wrap around my neck like a damn chinchilla
Ayy, coldest winter, m#th*rf#ck*rs better be strapped
Better keep that gat
sh#t get overwhelming, just like Matt
I don’t give a f#ck man I throw that pass
Don’t fumble the bag
‘Cause that sh#t got a motherf#cking pack, ayy
Flow so clean, b#tch, do the dishes
I don’t want money, bring me the b#tches
Bring company and-and their sisters
Balling on them like ’03 Sixers
Yeah, Wafflejax
Nah it’s cruel, been mistreated
Now my mind gon’ act a fool
Swimming pool full of thoughts
Y’all front a lot, y’all think it’s cool
Middle class where I was raised, my situations taught me too
My cousins on my momma side, they keep they tool
We gon’ ride it’s bool
Shorty never said too much
Had me second guessing, boo
You was getting tired of me
You just wanted something new
I respect yo’ privacy
I respect what you been through
Lead me on so silently
All the sh#t you put me through
Changing
All of that talk boy you faking
sh#t hit the fan. you the first one that’s flaking, shaking
All of this anger, I’m breaking
All of my walls, all the snake sh#t, can’t take it, patience
Junior was teaching me young
Been holding it down ’cause he know what’s up
I’m aching, brother, my stomach been aching
Break up the weed, burn it slow, how we face it
Helping me eat, bulking a bunch
Red in my cup, all this fruit punch
Drowning that b#tch, bread for my lunch
Crowning my sh#t, Waffle go up
Jake been said my talent too much
I’m getting my sh#t together for us
Jake been said my talent too much
I’m getting my sh#t together for us
m#th*rf#ck*rs better get it together
Me and Waffle, this sh#t a new level
Plain Jane, that sh#t got no bezel
Folding her legs, that b#tch like a pretzel
Huh, hey, hit it and quit it ’cause that b#tch, she ready
p#ss# be sounding like Bebop, Rocksteady
Even her legs, they feel like spaghetti
Huh, hey
Italian on me, expensive jeans
Mixing the Sprite inside of the lean
Passing that b#tch right to the team
b#tch I be balling, like MVP
Yeah they told me, “Show emotion”
I said, “f#ck it, I’m alright” [I’m alright
Yeah, I’m chilling with that clip
Hanging right by my side [by my side
In case a b#tch tryna touch me and my f#ckin’ side, huh
Yeah, I call her Tesha
Yeah, she keep me clean with her uvula [Her uvula
I just bought a brand new, huh, Franck Muller, uh [Franck Muller
Make him do the Hokey Pokey
When I call my shooter, uh [Call my shooter
Make him do the Hokey Pokey dancing like a snake, barracuda, huh
[Let’s get ready to rumble!
Old b#tch got them Kylie Jenner lip fillers
Used to wrap around my neck like a damn chinchilla
Ayy, coldest winter, m#th*rf#ck*rs better be strapped
Better keep that gat
sh#t get overwhelming, just like Matt
I don’t give a f#ck man I throw that pass
Don’t fumble the bag
‘Cause that sh#t got a motherf#cking pack, ayy
Flow so clean, b#tch, do the dishes
I don’t want money, bring me the b#tches
Bring company and-and their sisters
Balling on them like ’03 Sixers
Make him do the hokey pokey when I call my shoota
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