CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Vacation
Yeah I hate to say it but I fell in love again
We need a vacation, so we took a trip to France
I just spent two thousand on a shirt and pair of pants
If you n***as- couldn't tell, I'm never going broke again
I love poppin' perkys as my baby love the xans
Had to cuff her up
Can't do that single sh*t again
I really love her style but, I really hate her friends
They be hatin' outside the club, when they can't even get in
I just seen lil mama on Instagram, and she flexin'
Don't care about your puppy, just that ass and them breasts
Oh, girl, you a model? Damn, I never woulda guessed it
-and if you tryna throw out all them vibes, I'mma catch 'em
The world has gone to sh*t, and we all know that
People freakin' out, like, hit the prozac
Leon De Chino Shorts got all the blogs mad
Well, f**k the internet and you can quote that. Woah
Yeah I hate to say it but I fell in love again
We need a vacation, so we took a trip to France
I just spent two thousand on a shirt and pair of pants
If you n***as- couldn't tell, I'm never going broke again
Look at me now like Chris Brown
I'm a King, that's my Queen; Better bow down
All the hoes on my line, cause I'm up now, yeah
Come through when she not around, yeah
I'm just playin' bae, you know I'm here to stay
This is real love, I ain't here to play
I need real drugs, not the fake percs; but the real ones
I remember I was caught up in my feelings-
Yeah, I miss the way this sh*t used to be
F*cking famous hoes in California, this sh*t new to me
They say I changed since I got money, well that's news to me
'Cause through all the bullsh*t that they threw
I still stayed true to me and that's truthfully
Through all the lies and the scrutiny
Through all the times that they used to be
Talkin' down on my name, now they wanna come around-
But they ain't new to me
I use to think you was everything, now you not even cool to me
I use to think you was everything
Yeah, that's how it used to be
Hit it from the back, look back at me I like that
She so naughty for that sack, I got sauce and she like that
Wanna lick it off me? Little old me?
Hit your spot then slit my T
n***as- bittin', Tyson Lee
Velcro Pockets, Super Flea
Radar watch, it can't be seized
Swag Disease, too much sauce inside my jeans
His and her's designer tees
Your flow's old, update it please
Little old me, Hit your spot then slit my T
n***as- bittin', Tyson Lee
Velcro Pockets, Super Flea
We need a vacation, so we took a trip to France
I just spent two thousand on a shirt and pair of pants
If you n***as- couldn't tell, I'm never going broke again
I love poppin' perkys as my baby love the xans
Had to cuff her up
Can't do that single sh*t again
I really love her style but, I really hate her friends
They be hatin' outside the club, when they can't even get in
I just seen lil mama on Instagram, and she flexin'
Don't care about your puppy, just that ass and them breasts
Oh, girl, you a model? Damn, I never woulda guessed it
-and if you tryna throw out all them vibes, I'mma catch 'em
The world has gone to sh*t, and we all know that
People freakin' out, like, hit the prozac
Leon De Chino Shorts got all the blogs mad
Well, f**k the internet and you can quote that. Woah
Yeah I hate to say it but I fell in love again
We need a vacation, so we took a trip to France
I just spent two thousand on a shirt and pair of pants
If you n***as- couldn't tell, I'm never going broke again
Look at me now like Chris Brown
I'm a King, that's my Queen; Better bow down
All the hoes on my line, cause I'm up now, yeah
Come through when she not around, yeah
I'm just playin' bae, you know I'm here to stay
This is real love, I ain't here to play
I need real drugs, not the fake percs; but the real ones
I remember I was caught up in my feelings-
Yeah, I miss the way this sh*t used to be
F*cking famous hoes in California, this sh*t new to me
They say I changed since I got money, well that's news to me
'Cause through all the bullsh*t that they threw
I still stayed true to me and that's truthfully
Through all the lies and the scrutiny
Through all the times that they used to be
Talkin' down on my name, now they wanna come around-
But they ain't new to me
I use to think you was everything, now you not even cool to me
I use to think you was everything
Yeah, that's how it used to be
Hit it from the back, look back at me I like that
She so naughty for that sack, I got sauce and she like that
Wanna lick it off me? Little old me?
Hit your spot then slit my T
n***as- bittin', Tyson Lee
Velcro Pockets, Super Flea
Radar watch, it can't be seized
Swag Disease, too much sauce inside my jeans
His and her's designer tees
Your flow's old, update it please
Little old me, Hit your spot then slit my T
n***as- bittin', Tyson Lee
Velcro Pockets, Super Flea
