Lyrics:
You see this yellow tape?
Restricted area
You can’t touch me that way
And I can’t get near ya
Respect it, no trespass
You play it by my rules
And if
park it
By the bar so they can meet the vic with deep pockets
And them dudes buy them cars and turn 'em in to sweet objects of desire
Big rims
Disco
Disco
Discotheque
Verse 1:
Wherever V.I.P.
Sneekin' in the back
Through out the whole scene
Shows come in my fake ID
Sure buy me a ten dollar
park it
By the bar so they can meet the vic with deep pockets
And them dudes buy them cars and turn 'em in to sweet objects of desire
Big rims
swole
Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go
VIP at the club, backstage at the show (yes, y'all)
The best crib, the best clothes
Hottest whips
VIP baby
And everybody's cool, but y'all just ain't me
Somebody better tell em that we in this bitch like an unborn baby
See we be everywhere,
and Tanqueray
Stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get hunnies familiar with the smile again
Some try to assault
I'm a Vip
Shorty said she love me cuz she know I be (lit)
And I'm an MVP
She ain't never met a nigge like me
I'm the V.I.P
Shorty said she love me
Yo, VIP
Let's kick it
Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with a brand new invention
Something grabs
through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by
the vip and I just got to agree
Baby, you're the vip
You're the one I need
You're the one for me
Let's go overseas
You're a princess without a crown
You
fuck the waitress, brah
I'mma need more champagne!
VIP's full of red bottles
In the city that I come from
I'm the head honcho
Ounces full of kush,
Young and wealthy
I got all these riches
You can not compare me
To these basic bitches
Stepping out of the limousine
We going straight to VIP
I be up
(I got one on each arm)
Double Up
I'm back up in the VIP, in a cloud of smoke
Be poundin, surrounded by all my folks
Give me another shot, damn
Private Party
Written and Produced by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.
Verse : It’s exclusive, are you on the list?
The DJ is spinning all our
Man Weezy's a legend (yeah)
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level that's so terrific
I'm in
to my crib
Be on your toes
Your boyfriend smell that weed
On your clothes he don’t know what I did
Drop you off at your whip
Work by 8, almost 6, plus
bands now givenchy all over me gotta make sure I stand out fuck it I got it up out the mud never had my hands out I keep the .45 by the six pack better
I don't care what you d-i-d
You can wear a mask, that still Don't make you any V.I.P
Make twelve M's like midnight See
You ain't special unless we
I kill an MC (standard)
Leave a boy's face in the Evening (Standard)
You are not a top MC, you're just (standard)
Peng tings in the VIP, that's
on a blessing, or a Ke$ha feature, here we go
Refreshing as a pillow stuffed with feathers, on the principle
The mess is less distressing than the press will ever
like the VIP session shut down
Then I spin on 'em, watch me twist ya bitch
Slugs twist a bitch, nigga watch you sleep in a ditch
Pow-pow boogie
the club, going bottoms up, bottoms up
With the OG homies, live it up
I only mess with the V.I.P
Meaning all the homies that've stuck by me
Ain't applying
about to jump off
[Silkk] when I stop by
[Master P]
We ain't LL but we jus those type of guys
Thugs in the club with them bottles in the sky
My wrist
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