VAMP CITY Lyrics – SPACEGHOSTPURRP

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I like to go and stunt hard (Yeah)
I like to count all these bands, you know
All these f*cking bitches they love me, I’m the man
You know my bitch she in the shower, you know
Making sure that p*ssy wet (Yeah)
You know she making sure that p*ssy cleeeean
I ain’t even gotta touch it yet (Yah, yah, yah, let’s get it)

I like to go and stunt hard (Bitch)
I like to count all these bands, you know (Bitch)
See all these diamonds bitch, you know that I’m the man (Bitch)
You know a nigga like me (Yeah)
Get to counting all these bands (Yeah)
Keep the color money on me 100 grand (Yeah, yeah)
Man I run this whole shit
Red on red Ferrari (Okay)
Black on black Lamborghini (Okay)
…Bu-gat-ti (Okay)
Man I know I know I know I know (I know I know I know)
Man I know I know I know I know I know I know
Man I know I know I know I run this shit
You know I’m counting in this bitch
Hit-ting Adonis and I took over that shit
You know these bitches in love with me
And you know they want all of me
You know these bitches need me

You know these bitches bad as f*ck (Okay)
And all these bitches they my bitches
Y’all niggas wanna be like me
Y’all niggas better mind y’all business
All these niggas mad as hell
Middle fingers nigga f*ck 12
Man it’s VampMoney305

Let me calm down and get to the cake
Throw-throwing cake and throw money up
Now orange sky, don’t give a f*ck
And you know the bitch p*ssy wet as f*ck
Lick lick it up uh lick lick it up
Lick lick it up uh lick lick it up

You know we counting all this count
You know we counting all these bands

You know we got all this money
Bitch you know that I’m the man
Got 3 cell phones, 4 cell phones, 5 cell phones, 6 cell phones
7 cell phones, 8 cell phones, 9 cell phones, 10 cell phones
And you know imma cop big homes
Big mansion bad bitches in my home
Bitch suck my dick, all these bad bitches
They round me, and I run this shit
You mad nigga, nigga you’s a bitch
You a fag nigga stop talking shit
I ain’t homophobe, but you a fag nigga
When I say fag that mean you p*ssy nigga
You a bitch nigga, you ain’t getting richer
I’m a real nigga, and I’m getting richer
I love getting money I love counting figures
I love getting money she a bad figure
She a bad bitch, like Figueroa
She a bad bitch and she on Figueroa
And you already know I’m getting dough
And you already know I count dough

Like to get this paper up
You know these bitches love me bruh
I don’t know, I’m just that nigga I run the world bruh
Yeah I’m counting up, throwing money in your face nigga
I rep my Miami-Dade nigga
I’m the king of Dade nigga
Ay Rick Ross, I see you big homie but I’m up next
That’s real shit, and I run this shit
I run Miami, I run Carol City I’m up next nigga
I respect you nigga for putting on
But it’s my turn, I’m the youngest nigga coming out
Carol City putting on
And I know I need my f*cking throne

Black hundred nigga
I’m so Carol City I paint, black money nigga
Paint the money black I love money nigga
Call hundred nigga, call me on the phone
If it’s bout money and if it ain’t bout it
Then stop calling up my f*cking phone
p*ssy boy you ain’t bout it, bout it

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