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letra de vanity - 360

feat. waka flocka flame

if i want it i’m gonna grab it for all the nights i ain’t have sh-t
pockets was on rabbit they ain’t let us get to those carrots
fresh to death in this wardrobe, kill ’em with these fabrics
splurging out on sacks fifth it’s hard to break these habits
i’m a slave to this fashion ashamed to say but i’m ratchet
growing up without a thing and then everything comes rapid
first chance you’ll flash it, flaunt it, toss it, stack it
make it rain with rainy day stashes
my own music blasting while i’m p-ssing you in slow mo
care free like promo
you got that, i must compete, i cop that like robo
top off like go-go, this a blood sport with these blood diamonds
they blind you like bolo
my eyes on a mule i’m waiting for my 40 acres
i ask for reparations, they p-ss me a respirator
i’m carrying traditions, ancestors had chains, too
flexing on you n-gg-s every time i get the chance to

i want it all
i want everything in this life
money, cars, clothes and a thick wife
you hoping that we end up in them pinstripes
since you ain’t believe i’mma rub it in your face like
look what i got, i want it all
look what i got, i want it all
look what i got, i want it all
’cause i came from the bottom, ain’t n-body gave me nothing, n-gg-

check me out when that check get in
step out, see the steppers i’m stepping in
fresher than a motherf-cking peppermint
five star spots you ain’t never been
i can’t wait, i need it now, tryina walk before i crawl
run up on your b-tch -ss like i want it all
i want it all, i don’t want the store i want the mall
vanity, you lose your sanity just tryina ball
tap into my savings and go on a little shopping spree
never had much so a little is a lot to me
gas gage approaching e but i got them js though
i ain’t even paid my rent but i got them js though
stood online for about a week but i got them js though
maybe later, right now i ain’t tryina change, hoe
polo this and polo that, yeah, i’m on my high horse
everybody gonna think i’m broke, yeah, i’m on my shad moss
i was like 21 with a bunch of money
blew it all, looking back it i was a f-cking dummy

thousand dollar garments, sweating out my arm pits
don’t know why i buy i,t my conscious say it’s nonsense
can it be the vanity that got me hating my family
or you mad ’cause all them hoes that ran from you ran to me

i want more money, more cars, more clothes
more b-tches, less friends, more foes
stunting on ’em, how long? lord knows
i’m paid now and i’mma let it all show

i want it all
i want it all
i said i want it all

- 360

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