Fuck Em (With My Vans On) lyrics

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Heyyyy, they don't know a thing about us
Only love em for the moment
Tell em they don't know a thing about us
All this sweet love for ya suckers
I don't treat em, I don't love em, I fuck em with my
vans on
They callin me a bad motha fucka
Yeah, daaamn
They don't know a thing about us
Only love em for the moment

Uh, she say "Mills you're my super hero"
But I'm just tryin to hug her curves like, a new Camaro
I tell her that she got that kush, then I laugh it off
Cause that just means I hit it twice before I pass it
off
These bitches is trampolines they just fill a quota
You know, once you jump off then the thrill is over
And your boyfriend ain't half this raw
I mack a whore, my nickname should be apple store
And the strippers that my money goes from the floor to
the mother fuckin ceiling like a stripper pole
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I'm gettin dough first, then I'm gettin bitches second
So, I'm gettin bitches naked
Then you gettin your purse an your shoes and whatever
else you came in with
We aint got to hang and shit
These bitches for everybody
We aint no claimin shit
Damn homie, you lame as shit
I'm just tryin to penetrate
Fuck em then I'm sendin bitches home
Eliminate

Heyyyy, they don't know a thing about us
Only love em for the moment
Tell em they don't know a thing about us
All this sweet love for ya suckers
I don't treat em, I don't love em, I fuck em with my
vans on
They callin me a bad motha fucka
Yeah, daaamn
They don't know a thing about us
Only love em for the moment



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