#VIVISHADEZ lyrics
by Yung Frendi
[Chorus]
First things first, Rest in Peace to Vivienne
Balling like I'm Bol Bol, balling with the bros
I don't need that hoe bro
But I need your hoe bro
Man, I think I found my hoe bro
Pull up in the same clothes
Yeah, pull up in Tesla
That b*tch, she so extra
You, acting like I met ya
b*tch, I never met ya
I don't understand, girl
Yuh b*tch wanna flirt, flirt
That n*gga mad, he hurt hurt
So I kicked her to the curb
I be with my n*ggas, wit my goons
You wanna talk that sh*t, like what it do?
Money keep on comin', I can't lose
I'd be mad, lil n*gga if I was you
You got no time to think, girl it's all in your head
I done f*cked that b*tch, I f*cked her best friend instead
Smoking on this loud, and ya bih she wanna go down
And that choppa don't makе no sound
Put them to the ground
[Verse]
Walk in, they calling mе flawless
Thousand dollar watches on the gang, we so retarded
That bih she go dumb, with the brain, give me knowledge
I told Shine, stop pouring that drank, it got him nauseous
Relay, ain't no delay
Money bag, money bag, n*gga that's the freeway
I just put 200 on the dash, ain't no e-brake
If I said I f*cked ya girl, you wouldn't believe me
You wouldn't believe me
This sh*t took some time bro, this sh*t was not easy
#VLM that be the gang, tryna be gang but you can't hang
Can't see the hate, through these Vivenne Westwood shades
[Chorus]
First things first, Rest in Peace to Vivienne
Balling like I'm Bol Bol, balling with the bros
I don't need that hoe bro
But I need your hoe bro
Man, I think I found my hoe bro
Pull up in the same clothes
Yeah, pull up in Tesla
That b*tch, she so extra
You, acting like I met ya
b*tch, I never met ya
I don't understand, girl
Yuh b*tch wanna flirt, flirt
That n*gga mad, he hurt hurt
So I kicked her to the curb
I be with my n*ggas, wit my goons
You wanna talk that sh*t, like what it do?
Money keep on comin', I can't lose
I'd be mad, lil n*gga if I was you
You got no time to think, girl it's all in your head
I done f*cked that b*tch, I f*cked her best friend instead
Smoking on this loud, and ya bih she wanna go down
And that choppa don't make no sound
Put them to the ground