My Vanity - IDK, King Los, Devin Cruise

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 dyke I’ll be alright

She poppin Molly — shorty shot a white girl

(Damn!)

She poppin Molly — shorty shot a white girl

(Damn!)

If I could have one wish I would buy the world

If I could have one wish I would buy the world

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

Bitch nigga that was all day

I used to grind like a mutherfucking roller blade

In elementary, I used to sell lemonade

In ninth grade, little nigga 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

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

She poppin Molly — shorty shot a white girl

(Damn!)

She poppin Molly — shorty shot a white girl

(Damn!)

If I could have one wish I would buy the world

If I could have one wish I would buy the world

Man, niggas ain’t had a wish since Brandy’s brother

I wish a nigga with my shit tighter than any other

Your bitches don’t really be dykin they be panty rubbers

I got a black on black benz I call that bitch Danny Glover

Or Whoopi

You whoop me it will feel like ya granny hung ya

Put arms around a nigga let his family touch ya

I be sonning these niggas they need family structure

You know family matters

I demand these suckers to fuck up

But what the fuck can I say, but fuck you butt fucks, have a fuckin nice day

Did your fuckin eyes play, tricks on you

Naw nigga

This a fuckin ice tray, on my wrist shittin on you

Ain’t hard paint job, on the whip was a grip

It was something in ya bitch mouth, wait it was a dick

It was mine

Get the sign

Get his picture

Get it signed

When she said hit rewind, motherfucker its my time

Turn up

Today the sun was in my face

(La da da da da)

So i bought versace shades

Fuck you, we be ballin' like shit

TRiBE be the clique

Ballin' like shit

How it sound

Swish

Ballin' like shit

TRiBE be the clique

Ballin' like shit how it sound

Ho nigga Ho nigga

(Turn Up!)

Bitch Nigga Bitch Nigga

(Turn Up!)

Ho nigga Ho nigga

(Turn Up!)

Bitch Nigga Bitch Nigga

(Turn Up!)

Ho nigga Ho nigga

(Turn Up!)

Bitch Nigga Bitch Nigga

(Turn Up!)

Ho nigga Ho nigga

(Turn Up!)

Bitch Nigga Bitch Nigga

(Turn Up!)

Throw ya mother fuckin' hands up!

Throw ya mother fuckin' hands up!

Throw ya mother fuckin' hands up!

Throw ya mother fuckin' hands up!