Vamp City lyrics

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I like to go and stunt hard (Yeah)
I like to count all these bands, you know
All these f*cking b*tches they love me, I'm the man
You know my b*tch she in the shower, you know
Making sure that pus*y wet (Yeah)
You know she making sure that pus*y cleeeean
I ain't even gotta touch it yet (Yah, yah, yah, let's get it)

I like to go and stunt hard (b*tch)
I like to count all these bands, you know (b*tch)
See all these diamonds b*tch, you know that I'm the man (b*tch)
You know a n*gga like me (Yeah)
Get to counting all these bands (Yeah)
Keep the color money on me 100 grand (Yeah, yeah)
Man I run this whole sh*t
Red on red Ferrari (Okay)
Black on black Lamborghini (Okay)
...Bu-gat-ti (Okay)
Man I know I know I know I know (I know I know I know)
Man I know I know I know I know I know I know
Man I know I know I know I run this sh*t
You know I'm counting in this b*tch
Hit-ting Adonis and I took over that sh*t
You know these b*tches in love with me
And you know they want all of me
You know these b*tches need me
You know these b*tches bad as f*ck (Okay)
And all these b*tches they my b*tches
Y'all n*ggas wanna be like me
Y'all n*ggas better mind y'all business
All these n*ggas mad as hell
Middle fingers n*gga f*ck 12
Man it's VampMoney305

Let me calm down and get to the cake
Throw-throwing cake and throw money up
Now orange sky, don't give a f*ck
And you know the b*tch pus*y wet as f*ck
Lick lick it up uh lick lick it up
Lick lick it up uh lick lick it up

You know we counting all this count
You know we counting all these bands
You know we got all this money
b*tch you know that I'm the man
Got 3 cell phones, 4 cell phones, 5 cell phones, 6 cell phones
7 cell phones, 8 cell phones, 9 cell phones, 10 cell phones
And you know imma cop big homes
Big mansion bad b*tches in my home
b*tch suck my di*k, all these bad b*tches
They round me, and I run this sh*t
You mad n*gga, n*gga you's a b*tch
You a fag n*gga stop talking sh*t
I ain't homophobe, but you a fag n*gga
When I say fag that mean you pus*y n*gga
You a b*tch n*gga, you ain't getting richer
I'm a real n*gga, and I'm getting richer
I love getting money I love counting figures
I love getting money she a bad figure
She a bad b*tch, like Figueroa
She a bad b*tch and she on Figueroa
And you already know I'm getting dough
And you already know I count dough
Like to get this paper up
You know these b*tches love me bruh
I don't know, I'm just that n*gga I run the world bruh
Yeah I'm counting up, throwing money in your face n*gga
I rep my Miami-Dade n*gga
I'm the king of Dade n*gga
Ay Rick Ross, I see you big homie but I'm up next
That's real sh*t, and I run this sh*t
I run Miami, I run Carol City I'm up next n*gga
I respect you n*gga for putting on
But it's my turn, I'm the youngest n*gga coming out
Carol City putting on
And I know I need my f*cking throne

Black hundred n*gga
I'm so Carol City I paint, black money n*gga
Paint the money black I love money n*gga
Call hundred n*gga, call me on the phone
If it's bout money and if it ain't bout it
Then stop calling up my f*cking phone
pus*y boy you ain't bout it, bout it