Black vans lyrics

by

Lil God Dan


[Intro]
Ahh, salutations my children
Are you ready for your daily dose of smooth jazz?
You make me sick

[Chorus: Shady MOON]
Bad b*tch, shawty fine and she know that
I could never cuff a thot, but I love it when she throw that
Ayy, she break it down, .40 round, hear the sound
Red dot on his nose, now he lookin' like a clown
Ayy, shootin' sh*t, Jansport on the bag
Skater girl, black hair, cute face with some tats
She got my, head spinnin' around to some jazz
Blue jeans, long tee with the black vans to match
Bad b*tch, shawty fine and she know that
I could never cuff a thot, but I love it when she throw that
Ayy, she break it down, .40 round, hear thе sound
Red dot on his nose, now he lookin' likе a clown
Ayy, shootin' sh*t, Jansport on the bag
Skater girl, black hair, cute face with some tats
She got my, head spinnin' around to some jazz
Blue jeans, long tee with the black vans to match

[Verse 1: Shady MOON]
Ayy, baby, what you doin' tonight?
I hope you free, 'cause we can skrrt off in the moonlight for life
I don't wanna cuff these hoes, you the one that I like
You say you don't trust me, but ain't no reason to sight
You got it all, Valentino pants at the mall
Lady got it like that, she got the bands when I call
Little chain, gold ring, b*tch, we slidin' through them all
When I see lil' shawty, damn, I hope I don't fall
Oh no, I hope I don't fall
[Chorus: Shady MOON, Lil God Dan]
Bad b*tch, shawty fine and she know that
I could never cuff a thot, but I love it when she throw that
Ayy, she break it down, .40 round, hear the sound
Red dot on his nose, now he lookin' like a clown
Ayy, shootin' sh*t, Jansport on the bag
Skater girl, black hair, cute face with some tats
She got my, head spinnin' around to some jazz
Blue jeans, (Yes) long tee with the black vans to match (Damn)

[Verse 2: Lil God Dan]
Yeah, ayy, bad b*tch, look like Bella Poarch (Yes)
Blushes on my neck and now she grabbin' on my shorts (My shorts)
But I'm a lil' dork so I gave her a lil' nickname
Call that b*tch Mona Lisa, 'cause her face, she let me paint (Wow)
Thirty bands on me, that's your girl tryna finesse a bag (Thirty bands)
Sorry for your loss, but your not gon' get her back (I'm sorry)
I will take on the whole city if Achilles wanna battle (Trojan horse)
'Cause that b*tch too fine and she ride me like a saddle (She does)
She could convince me of anything if she wanted to (Uh-huh)
I'm not a tattletale, but I wanna talk about you to
My friends, I could guarantee a ride in a Benz (Yeah)
Are you sure it's rented? Yeah I do it for a ten (Ayy, for a ten)
No-No I'm not being weird, I just like your fragrance (I'm not)
If you broke my heart it'd turn into a razor (It would)
I-I-If I was immortal, I would trade it just to be with you
Cool, that's a lie, but you can come with me too (Come with)
[Chorus: Shady MOON]
Bad b*tch, shawty fine and she know that
I could never cuff a thot, but I love it when she throw that
Ayy, she break it down, .40 round, hear the sound
Red dot on his nose, now he lookin' like a clown
Ayy, shootin' sh*t, Jansport on the bag
Skater girl, black hair, cute face with some tats
She got my, head spinnin' around to some jazz
Blue jeans, long tee with the black vans to match
Bad b*tch, shawty fine and she know that
I could never cuff a thot, but I love it when she throw that
Ayy, she break it down, .40 round, hear the sound
Red dot on his nose, now he lookin' like a clown
Ayy, shootin' sh*t, Jansport on the bag
Skater girl, black hair, cute face with some tats
She got my, head spinnin' around to some jazz
Blue jeans, long tee with the black vans to match
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