Fuck Em (With My Vans On) Lyrics

Heyyyy, they don't know a thing about us
Only love em for the moment
Tell em they don't know a thing about us
All this sweet life for ya suckers
I don't treat em, I don't love em, I fuck em with my vans on
They callin me a bad motha fucka
Yeah, daaamn
They don't know a thing about us
Only love em for the moment

Uh, she say "Mills you're my super hero"
But I'm just tryin to hug her curves like, a new Camaro
I tell her that she got that kush, then I laugh it off
Cause that just means I hit it twice before I pass it off
These bitches is trampolines they just fill a quota
You know, once you jump off then the thrill is over
And your boyfriend ain't half this raw
I'm a Mac whore, my nickname should be apple store
And the strippers that my money goes from the floor to the mother fuckin ceiling like a stripper pole
I'm gettin dough first, then I'm gettin bitches second
So, I'm gettin bitches naked
Then you gettin your purse an your shoes and whatever else you came in with
We ain't got to hang and shit
These bitches for everybody
We ain't no claimin shit
Damn homie, you lame as shit
I'm just tryin to penetrate
Fuck em then I'm sendin bitches home
Eliminate

Heyyyy, they don't know a thing about us
Only love em for the moment
Tell em they don't know a thing about us
All this sweet life for ya suckers
I don't treat em, I don't love em, I fuck em with my vans on
They callin me a bad motha fucka
Yeah, daaamn
They don't know a thing about us
Only love em for the moment

Okay, I knock her down like dominos
Put it where her liver at
She call me like Domino's want me to deliver that
She love how I live but never pop up where I'm livin at
Your girl is my borrow bitch, tomorrow I'm a give her back
Yeahh, I'm the shit
This here, I tell a bitch get here and get your lipstick smeared
Don't get it twisted, babygirl get this shit clear
Oh no, I don't fall in love, I'm on my pimp shit here
But I could be your drill Sargent, you know give you major pain
We can make magic and then I could pull a David Blaine
I tend to make a habit out of that
I swear sometimes it feel like I could pull a rabbit outta hat
But that don't mean I'm trickin though
That mean I be trickin hoes
Yeah, who I be trippin but on this trip you don't get to go
I'm in a rush to get this dough and I ain't finna way
I'm just tryin to fuck and send em home
Evacuate

Heyyyy, they don't know a thing about us
Only love em for the moment
Tell em they don't know a thing about us
All this sweet life for ya suckers
I don't treat em, I don't love em, I fuck em with my vans on
They callin me a bad motha fucka
Yeah, daaamn
They don't know a thing about us
Only love em for the moment

I need one to roll my weed up
One to come to my shows
The same one to roll my trees up and also iron my clothes
I think I like them in threes though
Cause three is better then dos
And by dos I mean them Spanish ones
Angelina and Rose
So what's happenin baby, what's happenin
My hair long, and her hair did
I'm tatt'd, she tatt'd
She careful and I'm careless
I'm swaggin, she swaggin
Hoes hate but she don't care bitch
But this just for tonight
I'm a circle back to your square ritz
Carleton like Fresh Prince
But I be like a white Will
Backwards, had huge grand
Six gold, bottom grill
Shits real, I'm hittin kill
Paper stuff, Max peel
Gotta get you to hold my shit and steal
Huh? Deal or no deal?
Woooo
She just wanna be with me cause she know that I'm almost rich
Hoes come and go fast, then slow
Life of a Young Favourite
She want a relationship, but baby mine don't last long
Let me take these slippers off and fuck em with my vans on

Heyyyy, they don't know a thing about us
Only love em for the moment
Tell em they don't know a thing about us
All this sweet life for ya suckers
I don't treat em, I don't love em, I fuck em with my vans on
They callin me a bad motha fucka
Yeah, daaamn
They don't know a thing about us
Only love em for the moment

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