They like, van, you so bogus'
Runnin' to the money, gotta focus
Da da da da daaa
Point this bitch at your t-t-t-t-top Beef with , us and you will not make it far
I'm a star out this bitch, I'm shinin
You living in that bitch, but she a f*ck for some diamonds
I've been deep in my bag, I guess you'd call that perfect timing
People on the way and shit No, you can't come around, you on some basic
Shit You runnin' games on who, you ain't the only
Bitch Real nigga at all times, got no love from it
I gotta roll this dope up, cause my brother's
Dead And that shit got me thinkin
Got me thinkin' Said you got my back, but you don't really
Mean it Got snaked out like, what was the reason
Now I'm balling hard while you sittin' on the bleachers
They like, Van, you so bogus' Runnin' to the money, gotta focus
Da da da da daa
Point this bitch at your t-t-t-t-top Beef with us and you will not make it far
Van gwuapo - Bogus Lyrics
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They like, van, you so bogus'
Runnin' to the money, gotta focus
Da da da da daaa
Point this bitch at your t-t-t-t-top Beef with , us and you will not make it far
I'm a star out this bitch, I'm shinin
You living in that bitch, but she a f*ck for some diamonds
I've been deep in my bag, I guess you'd call that perfect timing
People on the way and shit No, you can't come around, you on some basic
Shit You runnin' games on who, you ain't the only
Bitch Real nigga at all times, got no love from it
I gotta roll this dope up, cause my brother's
Dead And that shit got me thinkin
Got me thinkin' Said you got my back, but you don't really
Mean it Got snaked out like, what was the reason
Now I'm balling hard while you sittin' on the bleachers
They like, Van, you so bogus' Runnin' to the money, gotta focus
Da da da da daa
Point this bitch at your t-t-t-t-top Beef with us and you will not make it far
Runnin' to the money, gotta focus
Da da da da daaa
Point this bitch at your t-t-t-t-top Beef with , us and you will not make it far
I'm a star out this bitch, I'm shinin
You living in that bitch, but she a f*ck for some diamonds
I've been deep in my bag, I guess you'd call that perfect timing
People on the way and shit No, you can't come around, you on some basic
Shit You runnin' games on who, you ain't the only
Bitch Real nigga at all times, got no love from it
I gotta roll this dope up, cause my brother's
Dead And that shit got me thinkin
Got me thinkin' Said you got my back, but you don't really
Mean it Got snaked out like, what was the reason
Now I'm balling hard while you sittin' on the bleachers
They like, Van, you so bogus' Runnin' to the money, gotta focus
Da da da da daa
Point this bitch at your t-t-t-t-top Beef with us and you will not make it far
Writer: Ivan Roberts
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