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idk - my vanity lyrics

[intro: jay idk]
i look up to the sky then i pray the lord
that one day i’ll pop these bottles just because i’m bored
i pray i have a kid and a good wife
but if i’m stuck with a dyk- i’ll be alright

[hook: jay idk]
she poppin molly – shorty shot a white girl
(d-mn!)
she poppin molly – shorty shot a white girl
(d-mn!)
if i could have one wish i would buy the world
if i could have one wish i would buy the world

[verse 1: jay idk]
i’ll pull up in a whip you’ve never seen before
the rims look like my job was triple beaming, ho
but its never that
since similac i never used to pack a gat
matter fact, only thing i ever packed in my backpack was a four pack of bubble gum (quote that)
i used to sell it in the hallways
just to buy a north face and a shirt from all daz
b-tch n-gga that was all day
i used to grind like a m-th-rf-cking roller blade
in elementary, i used to sell lemonade
in ninth grade, little n-gga had to upgrade
to the purp haze
but selling drugs ain’t for everyone – it only lasted four days
so i prayed
dear god
i need a new car
preferably a six
twin turbo
super charged
i need a couple hundreds just to throw it on some broads
and i promise to come to church
right after this ménage

[hook: devin cruise]
today the sun was in my face
(la da da da da)
so i bought versace shades
(la da da da da)
i know i need to change
(la da da da da)
but i’d much rather stay the same

[verse 2: king los]
man, n-ggas ain’t had a wish since brandy’s brother
i wish a n-gga with my sh-t tighter than any other
your b-tches don’t really be dykin they be panty rubbers
i got a black on black benz i call that b-tch danny glover
or whoopi
you whoop me it will feel like ya granny hung ya
put arms around a n-gga let his family touch ya
i be sonning these n-ggas they need family structure
you know family matters
i demand these suckers to f-ck up
but what the f-ck can i say, but f-ck you b-tt f-cks, have a f-ckin nice day
did your f-ckin eyes play, tricks on you
naw n-gga
this a f-ckin ice tray, on my wrist sh-ttin on you
ain’t hard paint job, on the whip was a grip
it was something in ya b-tch mouth, wait it was a d-ck
it was mine
get the sign
get his picture
get it signed
when she said hit rewind, motherf-cker its my time
turn up

[hook]
today the sun was in my face
(la da da da da)
so i bought versace shades

[bridge: jay idk]
f-ck you, we be ballin’ like sh-t
tribe be the clique
ballin’ like sh-t
how it sound
swish
ballin’ like sh-t
tribe be the clique
ballin’ like sh-t how it sound

[outro: jay idk]
ho n-gga ho n-gga
(turn up!)
b-tch n-gga b-tch n-gga
(turn up!)
ho n-gga ho n-gga
(turn up!)
b-tch n-gga b-tch n-gga
(turn up!)
ho n-gga ho n-gga
(turn up!)
b-tch n-gga b-tch n-gga
(turn up!)
ho n-gga ho n-gga
(turn up!)
b-tch n-gga b-tch n-gga
(turn up!)

throw ya mother f-ckin’ hands up!
throw ya mother f-ckin’ hands up!
throw ya mother f-ckin’ hands up!
throw ya mother f-ckin’ hands up!

- idk lyrics

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