Lance Vance lyrics

[Intro: ANKHLEJOHN]
Lordy, uh
Cookin Soul
Ayy, check it out, look

[Verse 1: ANKHLEJOHN]
Know the difference between sh*t/chocolate, this is opulence
Sold the game and it ain't come with doc*ments, she monogamous
Until I step foot in that good room sportin' that Prada sh*t
It became obvious. you n*ggas always been the sorriest, yeah (Sorriest, the f*ck)
I sit back in my lawn chair, this sh*t hilarious
Pull strings like a guitarist, I live by congress
Even in that world, you either the president or a lobbyist
It's levels when discussing among us, n*ggas imposter like Among Us
Pulling ya card in public on me be a uncomin'
I always had a stronger vision, never beliеved in the struggle
I'm thе type that get to the rock and they whole team Callin' for double
I'm at the bar with a bad b*tch make it a double
After the date I just wan' f*ck, I don't wan' cuddle, I don't want to know you
The relationship we got, I don't want to grow it (Nah)
I know it sound rude, so a attitude, I know you goin' through it
You can go back to do your dude, I ain't make the rules and it's nothing to owe you (Nah)

[Chorus: ANKHLEJOHN, Premo Rice]
Yeah (Lordy)
Battle with a band, she pop that pus*y on a handstand (She qualified), uh
This fit I got on clean, stepped out lookin' like I hand dance (Lance Vance, Lance Vance), uh
Heard they did 'em dirty, hopped out, shots flyin' with the mask down (Doot doot doot doot), uh
n*gga, I call it how I see it, I don't play games, I'm a man's man
Let's get it
[Verse 2: Premo Rice]
I'm from the church, the P Pentecostal
The rap Messiah, that mean it ain't no n*gga higher (Ain't no n*gga)
I came to sh*t on n*ggas from the spirit
This is a rare occasion, so amazing (So amazing), so astounding (So astounding)
I heard about that funky b*tch that you was hounding (I heard)
I seen the car you drive, that sh*t is garbage (Garbage, n*gga)
I'm sick of n*ggas getting old-ass foreigns with high mileage, can't stand these n*ggas (Can't stand these n*ggas)
I'm sick of n*ggas driving C-Class, them sh*ts for b*tches (The f*ck?)
You give them sh*ts up to your baby moms (Baby moms), sh*t I been a god, yeah
sh*t, I been out here dropping knowledge like a seminar (The f*ck?)
I pimp hard, I send a b*tch to synagogue, she anywhere the f*ckin' money call (Yessir)
As I proceed to wash my sins of sparkling water
I thank the Lord keeping all my affairs in order, this sh*t's a blessing (This sh*t's a blessing)
I can't complain, these n*ggas mad 'cause I'm styling on 'em
Run up on me, 45-in' on 'em, the P wylin' on 'em (The P wylin')

[Chorus: ANKHLEJOHN]
Yeah (Lordy)
Battle with a band, she pop that pus*y on a handstand (She qualified), uh
This fit I got on clean, stepped out lookin' like I hand dance (Lance Vance), uh
Heard they did 'em dirty, hopped out, shots flyin' with the Mazda (Doot doot doot doot), uh
n*gga, I call it how I see it, I don't play games, I'm a man's man

[Outro]
Alright!
This is Lance Vance dancing
You got to–alright
[?]
Yeah! Woo!
So this is where the coke is going? Up your nose?