My Vanity lyrics

[Intro: Jay IDK]
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

[Hook: Jay IDK]
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

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
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
b*tch n*gga that was all day
I used to grind like a mutherf*cking roller blade
In elementary, I used to sell lemonade
In ninth grade, little n*gga 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
[Hook: Devin Cruise]
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

[Hook: Jay IDK]
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


[Verse 2: King Los]
Man, n*ggas ain’t had a wish since Brandy's brother
I wish a n*gga with my sh*t tighter than any other
Your b*tches don't really be dykin they be panty rubbers
I got a black on black benz I call that b*tch Danny Glover
Or Whoopi
You whoop me it will feel like ya granny hung ya
Put arms around a n*gga let his family touch ya
I be sonning these n*ggas they need family structure
You know family matters
I demand these suckers to f*ck up
But what the f*ck can I say, but f*ck you butt f*cks, have a f*ckin nice day
Did your f*ckin eyes play, tricks on you
Naw n*gga
This a f*ckin ice tray, on my wrist sh*ttin on you
Ain’t hard paint job, on the whip was a grip
It was something in ya b*tch mouth, wait it was a di*k
It was mine
Get the sign
Get his picture
Get it signed
When she said hit rewind, motherf*cker its my time
Turn up
[Hook]
Today the sun was in my face
(La da da da da)
So i bought versace shades

[Bridge: Jay IDK]
f*ck you, we be ballin’ like sh*t
TRiBE be the clique
Ballin’ like sh*t
How it sound
Swish
Ballin’ like sh*t
TRiBE be the clique
Ballin’ like sh*t how it sound

[Outro: Jay IDK]
Ho n*gga Ho n*gga
(Turn Up!)
b*tch n*gga b*tch n*gga
(Turn Up!)
Ho n*gga Ho n*gga
(Turn Up!)
b*tch n*gga b*tch n*gga
(Turn Up!)
Ho n*gga Ho n*gga
(Turn Up!)
b*tch n*gga b*tch n*gga
(Turn Up!)
Ho n*gga Ho n*gga
(Turn Up!)
b*tch n*gga b*tch n*gga
(Turn Up!)
Throw ya mother f*ckin’ hands up!
Throw ya mother f*ckin’ hands up!
Throw ya mother f*ckin’ hands up!
Throw ya mother f*ckin’ hands up!