"Vanellope Von Schweetz" lyrics
Mani Montana
Player one, begin
I'm 'bout to wreck it, I feel like Vanellope (Damn)
He got me on a sugar rush
I call him twin 'cause we having telepathy (Yup)
And his bitch can't get in touch (The fuck?)
And I call him Brady (Yeah)
His money, he give me a bunch (He give me a bunch)
And I don't be waiting (No)
So I tell that boy to hurry up, I gotta sugar rush
Why he acting slow? (The fuck?)
Yeah, I told that boy I gotta go (Come on, like)
I just be rocking these hoes then I roll (Damn)
Give her strike then she washing bowls (Bow, bow)
And I don't got hoes (I don't)
But one of y'all sucking my toes (See, one of y'all sucking-)
I'ma lay back, in the middle of the road
He touch down in the pussy, he goal (Woo)
I'm 'bout to wreck it, I feel like Vanellope (Damn)
He got me on a sugar rush
I call him twin 'cause we having telepathy (Yup)
And his bitch can't get in touch (He can't-)
And I call him Brady (Yeah)
His money, he give me a bunch (He give me a bunch)
And I don't be waiting (Yeah)
So I tell that boy to hurry up, I gotta sugar rush
Um, excuse you, I'm looking back like who is he?
I got a hunned' bands in my pants if he choosing me
And bitches say they ate, let alone they not chewing me
I'm pretty like Flo Milli, you know he never losing me
I'm bout to wreck it, I feel like Vanellope (Damn)
He got me on a sugar rush
Say your opinion but it's giving jealousy (Woo)
And I don't give a fuck (Damn)
And I call him eat-eat (Yup)
'Cause all you wanna do is munch (Eat-eat)
And I don't be waiting (Yeah)
So I tell that boy to hurry up
I gotta sugar rush
I told you I pop shit (Yeah)
And he taking it off like a rocket (Eat-eat)
I'm pretty like Polly
I be runnin through niggas pockets (Eat-eat)
You corny you pop shit
So I'm popping a bitch outta socket (Eat-eat)
And word on the docket (Yeah)
I finish bitches like the dot did (Eat-eat)
I'm bout to wreck it, I feel like Vanellope (Damn)
He got me on a sugar rush
La-la-la-la, meet me on sesame
And I bet you'll get touched (Damn, damn)
And I call him KC
Girl, he undercover like, ugh
And I don't be waiting (The fuck?)
So I tell that boy to hurry up, I gotta sugar rush
Player one, begin
I'm 'bout to wreck it, I feel like Vanellope (Damn)
He got me on a sugar rush
I call him twin 'cause we having telepathy (Yup)
And his bitch can't get in touch (The fuck?)
And I call him Brady (Yeah)
His money, he give me a bunch (He give me a bunch)
And I don't be waiting (No)
So I tell that boy to hurry up, I gotta sugar rush
Why he acting slow? (The fuck?)
Yeah, I told that boy I gotta go (Come on, like)
I just be rocking these hoes then I roll (Damn)
Give her strike then she washing bowls (Bow, bow)
And I don't got hoes (I don't)
But one of y'all sucking my toes (See, one of y'all sucking-)
I'ma lay back, in the middle of the road
He touch down in the pussy, he goal (Woo)
I'm 'bout to wreck it, I feel like Vanellope (Damn)
He got me on a sugar rush
I call him twin 'cause we having telepathy (Yup)
And his bitch can't get in touch (He can't-)
And I call him Brady (Yeah)
His money, he give me a bunch (He give me a bunch)
And I don't be waiting (Yeah)
So I tell that boy to hurry up, I gotta sugar rush
Um, excuse you, I'm looking back like who is he?
I got a hunned' bands in my pants if he choosing me
And bitches say they ate, let alone they not chewing me
I'm pretty like Flo Milli, you know he never losing me
I'm bout to wreck it, I feel like Vanellope (Damn)
He got me on a sugar rush
Say your opinion but it's giving jealousy (Woo)
And I don't give a fuck (Damn)
And I call him eat-eat (Yup)
'Cause all you wanna do is munch (Eat-eat)
And I don't be waiting (Yeah)
So I tell that boy to hurry up
I gotta sugar rush
I told you I pop shit (Yeah)
And he taking it off like a rocket (Eat-eat)
I'm pretty like Polly
I be runnin through niggas pockets (Eat-eat)
You corny you pop shit
So I'm popping a bitch outta socket (Eat-eat)
And word on the docket (Yeah)
I finish bitches like the dot did (Eat-eat)
I'm bout to wreck it, I feel like Vanellope (Damn)
He got me on a sugar rush
La-la-la-la, meet me on sesame
And I bet you'll get touched (Damn, damn)
And I call him KC
Girl, he undercover like, ugh
And I don't be waiting (The fuck?)
So I tell that boy to hurry up, I gotta sugar rush
