Vows [Original]


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Intro

Killa why you do em like that

Pull up to the bank slap the teller with a stack

Liikkkkkeeeeee........

Woah!....Woah!....Woah!....Woah!.....Woah!.......Woah!.....Woah!.....Woah!

Copped a wedding ring for the guap!
(Guap! Guap!)

Fuck it bitch I'm married to the guap!
(Guap! Guap!)

Verse

Jimmy Choos, hundred blues

Hop out nigga peek-a-boo

Hop out make that money move

We pop out make ya tummy oooze

Got dem G's on my belt

Got them G's by myself

Big boss like I'm Ross, thugga thugga like I'm Jeff

Okay dip, dip, dip

Withcha boo, witcha bitch

Load da clip, clip, clip

Let it boom, let it rip

Gotta grip (ooo)

Stick (ooo)

Hollow (ooo)

Tip

All my niggas tottin' poles

They like tell me when to go

Chorus

Momma I'm in love with the racks (I'm in love!)

Ooo! Momma I be huggin' the racks
(gimme hug!)

Ooo! Killa why do em' like that

Pull up to the bank slap the teller with a stack!

Likeeeeeeeee.......

Woah!....Woah!....Woah!....Woah!.....Woah!.......Woah!.....Woah!.....Woah!

Copped a wedding ring for the guap!
(Guap! Guap!)

Fuck it bitch I'm married to the guap!
(Guap! Guap!)

Verse

Beat that pussy up I abussseee her

Aye, lookin at my wrist I see a Muller

Yuh, she just like the way the ice gleaaammm

Ooooo, baby won't u come and join the teaaaamm

Catch me the mix

Ooo, catch me in the 6

Ooo, All about the cheese I be all about the chips (Liiikkkkee)

I ain't one to diss (Na!)

Don't be talkin shit (Na!)

Betta watch yo mouf boy I tiddy fuck ya bitch

Chorus

Momma I'm in love with the racks (I'm in love!)

Ooo! Momma I be huggin' the racks (gimme hug!)

Ooo! Killa why do em' like that

Pull up to the bank slap the teller with a stack!

Likeeeeeeeee.......

Woah!....Woah!....Woah!....Woah!.....Woah!.......Woah!.....Woah!.....Woah!

Copped a wedding ring for the guap! (Guap! Guap!)

Fuck it bitch I'm married to the guap!
(Guap! Guap!)

Verse

Lemme holla at that throat

Baby lemme rock the boat

I could pipe you for da night

After that you gotta go

Shorty, Shorty got that lean

Shorty, Shorty got that walk

I just want the top (Yuh!)

Married to the guap (Yuh!)


Writer/s: Meodney Xavier