Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vanilla Sprite , by - forgiato blow. Release date: 23.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Vanilla Sprite |
| Here’s a little something that you need to know |
| How I went from lil Kurt to Forgiato Blow |
| Used to get picked on cause my people had dough |
| Now I got it on my own, I’m just letting it show |
| Used to be the black sheep of my fam |
| I left the past in the past and I let that shit go |
| I remember when I used to keep my beard real low |
| Had to Ross up on her so I let my shit grow |
| Had to boss up on em, went and got me a Ghost |
| Not lyin' but for real that’s my number one goal |
| That’s the reason why I rap, so you can keep the plaques |
| I just need it all white, want my rims to match |
| (Alright stop) |
| {Hook] |
| (Ice, ice, baby) |
| Living that dream, pouring up, my trap queen |
| (Ice, ice, baby) |
| If music was a drug, you know I’d be the plug |
| (Ice, ice, baby) |
| Stretching that lean, pouring up, my trap queen |
| (Ice, ice, baby) |
| If music was a drug, guarantee I’d be the plug |
| Now I’m glad that I got the party jumpin |
| But if anybody step on my Nike’s, be bumpin' |
| And security’s my cousin |
| So I paid him twenty dollars and he let me bring my gun in |
| (something something) brought the drugs in |
| I had a long day at work, I’m just tryna get my buzz in |
| How ya doin? |
| What ya name? |
| What ya sign, girl? |
| What you drinking, do you come here all the time, girl? |
| Damn you fine, girl, I can make you mine, girl |
| Oh you got a man? |
| We won’t tell him then |
| And if he got a problem, yo I’ll solve it |
| (Alright stop) |
| Check out the hook while the DJ revolve it |
| (Ice, ice, baby) |
| Living that dream, pouring up, my trap queen |
| (Ice, ice, baby) |
| If music was a drug, you know I’d be the plug |
| (Ice, ice, baby) |
| Stretching that lean, pouring up, my trap queen |
| (Ice, ice, baby) |
| If music was a drug, guarantee I’d be the plug |
| (Girls were hot |
| Girls, Girls |
| Girls were hot |
| Less-less than bikinis) |
| Making money off these melodies |
| Getting so much cash off rap, it should be a felony |
| And I ain’t buying what you selling me |
| Cuz she came with a man and I’m flyer than I’ll ever be |
| Everybody wanna be somebody |
| But not everybody wanna be you |
| You on’t gotta fuck with me and my crew |
| But don’t hate if you couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes |
| Cuz (something) Nikes (something), and you ain’t that smooth |
| You might trip, and if you do I’ma scoop up ya boo |
| Thr-throwing all these shots got me feelin' bulletproof |
| Betta hit the bullseye cuz the kid got the juice |
| Police are on the scene, you know what I mean? |
| Tried to size me up, in front of my trap queen |
| And if he got a problem, yo I’ll solve it |
| (Alright stop) |
| Ch-check out the hook while the DJ revolves its |
| (Ice, ice, baby) |
| Living that dream, pouring up, my trap queen |
| (Ice, ice, baby) |
| If music was a drug, you know I’d be the plug |
| (Ice, ice, baby) |
| Stretching that lean, pouring up, my trap queen |
| (Ice, ice, baby) |
| If music was a drug, guarantee I’d be the plug |
| (Girls were hot |
| Girls, Girls |
| Girls were hot |
| Less-less than bikinis) |