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lil bit - rip vans lyrics

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[intro]

it’s a sad day
i just f+cked up the vans
i just creased up my vans, sh+ts is dirty and sh+t

[chorus]

i just f+cked up the vans
i just f+cked up my vans
tried to keep them hoes clean, man i did what i can
gotta crease, step on my shoes and you gon’ be deceased
from the piece
lil bit the g+yest, you can’t get like me
that b+tch is giving long neck like some geese
hop in that whip and it don’t use no keys
pockets is getting real fat, obese
sippin’ capri+ get me through all this pain
creased up them vans, and them hoes got a stain
brb, lgc, and we f+cking up canes
b+tch giving dome with some t++th, with some fangs
they just might pass me the jane
f+cked up my shoes really f+cked up my brain
heard this lil’ tune in the whip, in the rain
yuh, i got a plug up in maine
rip to the swag i no longer obtain
i think i’m going insane
rip to my shoes, but i still got the gang
[verse]
fruit gang my team man they got my back
making all these bands, bouta run up a sack
yuh, bought some new shoes with these racks
missin’ my vans and i can’t get em’ back
i’m bouta pull out the mac
we gon’ make em’ run like a track
making these racks and they always gon’ stack
f+cked up in the crib and i’m smoking some crack
you is a lame i know that for a fact
just seen the opps money subtract
don’t f+ck with my crew, or your ass getting smacked
you’s just a little ass pest, you’s a gnat
free up my homie, got locked in my jordan’s
who the f+ck let me cook like a chef, call me gordan
b+tch got big t++th, man she look like tow mader
bought some new shoes, i just bought some chuck taylor’s

[chorus]

i just f+cked up the vans
i just f+cked up my vans
tried to keep them hoes clean, man i did what i can
gotta crease, step on my shoes and you gon’ be deceased
from the piece
lil bit the g+yest, you can’t get like me
that b+tch is giving long neck like some geese
hop in that whip and it don’t use no keys
pockets is getting real fat, obese
sippin’ capri+ get me through all this pain
creased up them vans, and them hoes got a stain
brb, lgc, and we f+cking up canes
b+tch giving dome with some t++th, with some fangs
they just might pass me the jane
f+cked up my shoes really f+cked up my brain
heard this lil’ tune in the whip, in the rain
yuh, i got a plug up in maine
rip to the swag i no longer obtain
i think i’m going insane
rip to my shoes, but i still got the gang



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