V.I.P. [Ft. Brando] lyrics

*Verse 1(Soup)
In the club, I look back, always. We half deep, dogging heat, ducking down hallways
Girly on my left arm, solo on my right. This full cup of henny had me twisting up a fight
Called a taxi, he grabbed me, I'm faded but persuaded, to hit this little lady in the middle of her Labi,-uhh, when she grab me, she siting on my lappy. whispered baby that your GUN or are you just f*cking happy
To Oakland with the party, I TIP him f*cking hearty, the captain's at the helm. We'll come at you like an army
The cops are f*cking snooping, it's time to get regrouping, baby back on my lap, we always carpooling. Smoggy with the clam bake, a lady so we talk vague, illegal with the FAKE PLATES ,WE WON IT in a sweepstake
In the BED, she read my rights, I got all night. Now Do it right. Get me high. Now close your eyes. Now see your life, now f*cking die
*Hook(Soup)*

*Verse 2 (Brando)*

*Verse 3(Soup)*
I get sucked off in the bathroom, and yes the lady's. In the classroom to the bedroom. Getting hotter than f*cking Hades. To the moon with my fliest, a couple beauties, we the highest, girlies all fat booties, but hers the f*ckin widest. My whole team get lit. It's got me insane. Cough up a fit, handle your sh*t, feel that mind drain. Pass that bottle of that f*cking clique, plus I'm sipping champagne. And Bombay, we all about these burning chest pains

*Hook*