Vanni - Together lyrics
[Vanni - Together lyrics]
Uh, uh, uh, uh zayskillz
Uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh, uh
I thought that we could get rich together
I might just go turn the worst to better
She annoying, so I might just go and dead her
You niggas 'noying, yeah
You bunch of fucking fans
I keep them chopsticks
So I feel like Dirty Dan
That bitch a thottie, yeah
She twerkin' with no hands
I got my bread up
So I might just do the money dance (Haha)
You want chopsticks
So I brought the chops out
Baby, what you want from me? 'Cuz I
Know you're not here for me
Copped a couple jewerly, now I'm
Just fuckin' feelin' me, ayy
We just popped out
Keep them chopsticks, you know them drums out
Please don't tell me that you
Wanna fuck with me
'Cuz I know that you not gonna ride for me
Uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
You do not want me to pull up (Skrt)
I get the racks, shut up (Shut up)
Handling, I wasn't needing no bitch
And she just tell me, "I ain't good enough"
(Duh) hey, fuckin' my woods up, hey
Backwoods full of exotic, hey uh
Tell the opps, "Push up", uh
30 on me, it's popping (Hey)
You better proceed with caution, hey
All of my friends are uncommon, hey
I fell in love with the money, yeah
I told these niggas to stop it, hey
These lil' niggas, they floppin'
Flies, yeah, they droppin', hey
Dead guys all in my pocket, ayy
Yeah, yeah, they watchin'
I don't even really care, I'm way too paid
(Skrt)
See that boy? He bitin' swag, he way too late
(Oh, let's go)
Zaza, stuff all of 'em in my wood
Can't feel my face
Man, this shit feelin' way too good
I can't complain
Hey, hey ayy, RIP Vanni (RIP Vanni, let's go)
Feel like I can't let y'all down
I gotta go dummy (I gotta do dummy fosho)
I really love all my fans
And that's on my mummy
(yeah, that's on my momma, uh huh)
If you can't turn to nobody
Then Lil' Faygo got you
(Then Lil' Faygo got you, wassup?)
Double it for me, man, I'm rockin' Fauni
(Fffrt, Fauni)
Lil' nigga pull up, I'm bustin'
I pull out the Tommy air that hoe out
I'm sprayin' that boy in his tummy
(Tummy, lil' boy, in his tummy)
If I see somewhere I wanna be
I'ma keep running (yeah, okay, let's go)
Uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh, uh
I thought that we could get rich together
I might just go turn the worst to better
She annoying, so I might just go and dead her
You niggas 'noying, yeah
You bunch of fucking fans
I keep them chopsticks
So I feel like Dirty Dan
That bitch a thottie, yeah
She twerkin' with no hands
I got my bread up
So I might just do the money dance (Haha)
You want chopsticks
So I brought the chops out
Baby, what you want from me? 'Cuz I
Know you're not here for me
Copped a couple jewerly, now I'm
Just fuckin' feelin' me, ayy
We just popped out
Keep them chopsticks, you know them drums out
Please don't tell me that you
Wanna fuck with me
'Cuz I know that you not gonna ride for me
Uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
You do not want me to pull up (Skrt)
I get the racks, shut up (Shut up)
Handling, I wasn't needing no bitch
And she just tell me, "I ain't good enough"
(Duh) hey, fuckin' my woods up, hey
Backwoods full of exotic, hey uh
Tell the opps, "Push up", uh
30 on me, it's popping (Hey)
You better proceed with caution, hey
All of my friends are uncommon, hey
I fell in love with the money, yeah
I told these niggas to stop it, hey
These lil' niggas, they floppin'
Flies, yeah, they droppin', hey
Dead guys all in my pocket, ayy
Yeah, yeah, they watchin'
I don't even really care, I'm way too paid
(Skrt)
See that boy? He bitin' swag, he way too late
(Oh, let's go)
Zaza, stuff all of 'em in my wood
Can't feel my face
Man, this shit feelin' way too good
I can't complain
Hey, hey ayy, RIP Vanni (RIP Vanni, let's go)
Feel like I can't let y'all down
I gotta go dummy (I gotta do dummy fosho)
I really love all my fans
And that's on my mummy
(yeah, that's on my momma, uh huh)
If you can't turn to nobody
Then Lil' Faygo got you
(Then Lil' Faygo got you, wassup?)
Double it for me, man, I'm rockin' Fauni
(Fffrt, Fauni)
Lil' nigga pull up, I'm bustin'
I pull out the Tommy air that hoe out
I'm sprayin' that boy in his tummy
(Tummy, lil' boy, in his tummy)
If I see somewhere I wanna be
I'ma keep running (yeah, okay, let's go)
Uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh, uh