"Vogue" lyrics

Ra-ra-racks came in, hello (Hello?)
Fu-fucked this girl on Vogue
Big Range, ain't no Evoque
Big chain, this ain't a choker
Sh-sh-she like when her neck get choked (Eugh)
I know that her boyfriend knows
You tell white lies like cocaine
I know that her boyfriend knows
You tell white— (Cocaine)
She hate when her man get home
You can't come in here, yeah
You can't come in here, huh
You can't come in here, uh
You can't come in here
You can't come in here, huh
You can't come in here, huh
You can't come in here

Huh, huh, huh, huh
I got girls in here, huh
I got drugs in here, huh
I can sell in here, huh
It's like a jail in here 'cause I got bars and scales in here, huh
I'm Michael Phelps in here, huh
If I cheat, don't tell in here
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
You don't know 'bout racks, uh
Hittin' 'em squares like Madison
In Lithuania in a Radisson, huh, huh
My girls like my passport, they both tatted up

Ra-ra-racks came in, hello (Hello?)
Fu-fucked this girl on Vogue
Big Range, ain't no Evoque
Big chain, this ain't a choker
Sh-sh-she like when her neck get choked (Eugh)
I know that her boyfriend knows
You tell white lies like cocaine
I know that her boyfriend knows
You tell white— (Cocaine)
She hate when her man get home
You can't come in here, yeah
You can't come in here, huh
You can't come in here, uh
You can't come in here
You can't come in here, huh
You can't come in here, huh
You can't come in here, huh