YDC - V.I.P. List lyrics

V.I.P. List

YDC

GENRE

Rap

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[Hook: YDC, Young Gatsby]
Bad bitches only on the VIP
List
YDC you playin? Nah I really mean
It
Thousand dolla bottles, ain't
Fuckin with cheap shit
Got them xans & some molly, that
Put them to sleep shit
I said bad bitches only on the VIP
List
YDC you playin? Nah I really mean
It
Thousand dolla bottles, ain't
Fuckin with cheap shit
Got them xans & some molly, that
Put them to sleep shit

[Verse 1: YDC]
Like woah, tell me that
This beat don't hit different
Fresh up in the club, pullin
Bitches we drippin (drip)
Keep your girl close or she gon
End up missin
She your girl, she my girl, really
What's the difference? (For real)
Like really what you askin?
I stay robbin girlfriends, they
Should call mе Baskin (no cap)
I could date 5 bitches at the samе
Time multi taskin
To be honest that ain't really
Braggin
You know I always come up with the
Flow
If one don't fit I got a dozen
More
Got too many bars, I just flood
Them in the flow
And the beat by Mr V always
Straight fire, you already know
We just tryna have fun, you know
How it go
This girl twirlin around like I
Found her on the pole
She gon hurt herself the way she
Drop it down low
Lotta ass, ground shakes
When she drop to the floor

[Hook: Young Gatsby, YDC]
Bad bitches only on the VIP
List
Gatsby you playin? Nah I really mean
It
Thousand dolla bottles, ain't
Fuckin with cheap shit
Got that zanny & that molly, that
Put them to sleep shit
Bad bitches only on the VIP
List
Gatsby you playin? Nah I really mean
It
Thousand dolla bottles, ain't
Fuckin with cheap shit
Got that zanny & that molly, that
Put them to sleep shit

[Verse 2: Young Gatsby]
So, tell us, the beat hits different (it does)
Edm turned trap beat, instant (oof)
Banger after banger V you a chemist (mhm)
Cooking in the lab now let’s talk about some bitches
Pouring shots; to that I’m no stranger (hell nah)
Liquor too strong; they telling me you in danger (hell nah)
In the same night; murkin pussy on sight
Leave them Dead By Daylight give a fuck about my Behaviour (hell nah!)
Ay, straight out the bottle no chaser (nah)
She likes to mix it up, Monster with the Jäger
Ballsy with an attitude I like her so I take her (I did)
Type to hold her own so you ain’t gotta save her
Ay, this the life that I chose
Legends never die still give me my rose (c’mere)
Pussy plus swag I’m dripping head to toe (c’mere)
Bad bitches only my section full of hoes

[Hook: YDC, Young Gatsby & both]
Bad bitches only on the VIP
List
YDC you playin? Nah I really mean
It
Thousand dolla bottles, ain't
Fuckin with cheap shit
Got them xans & some molly, that
Put them to sleep shit
Bad bitches only on the VIP
List
Gatsby you playin? Nah I really mean
It
Thousand dolla bottles, ain't
Fuckin with cheap shit
Got that zanny some molly, that
Put them to sleep shit

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YDC - Freak For It lyrics

Freak For It

YDC

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Rap

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[Intro: Young Gatsby]
Yeah, look
Ay, she been trynna fuck
Dam, you cuffed you a slut (ooff)
She pulling out the camera
That ain’t yours anymore because yo

[Hook: YDC]
Girl hit my line, she tryna get physical
If I hit that one time best believe its critical
She tryna steal my heart but she a bad criminal
Won't ever see me after that, ima ghost invisible
No ghost writer, lyrics is original
Ran out of smoke, my vision isn't visible
And I spit true facts, your shit is fictional
Seen you in the flesh, I can tell you ain't with it bro

[Verse 1: Young Gatsby]
Tired of these fakes all around me (fuck off)
Saying they rap, is more annoying than astounding (yeah yeah bullshit)
Alright, keep clowning
Talking like you living it
Honestly that’s a fallacy
So ima point out a couple actualities
Put her on her knees let her experience majesty (I did)
Wait she looks familiar, seen her on your IG (is that that one bitch?)
Shit, I’m just trynna get hyphy
This the same chick tell your homies “that’s wifey” (wow)
Barley met this bitch already saying that she like me (wow)
She slick, too thickthat’s why we
Ran a damn train on your girl that’s right G
YDC passed her on to Young Gatsby (he did)
After that we dropped her off Grand no backseat (we did)
Break it to you only way I can let him have it
Sorry man you cuffed yourself a ratchet
[Hook: YDC]
Your girl hit my line, she tryna get physical
If I hit that one time best believe its critical
She tryna steal my heart but she a bad criminal
Won't ever see me after that, ima ghost invisible
No ghost writer, lyrics is original
Ran out of smoke, my vision isn't visible
And I spit true facts, your shit is fictional
Seen you in the flesh, I can tell that you ain't with it bro

[Verse 2: YDC]
Chains is all icy, freezin off my neck (icy)
Got the stacks comin in, time to collect (racks)
Callin me up, better be talkin bout a check (stacks)
Otherwise I ain't hearin shit like I'm deaf
Everybody know I run this shit, no cardio
Shrooms make my ego bigger like
Mario (yeah)
Boys strapped up somethin like
Sicario
All about our business, we really
Like to party tho
Came up from nothin, I'm really
From the gutter
Voture with the beats, yeah he really
Like a brother
Out of city chicks, wanna be some
Distant lovers
Committed to the music, no time to
Love another
One night stands, your girl a
Freak for it (ay)
She tellin you lies, she gotta
Sneak or it (ay)
Hair did make up done, she on
Fleek for it
Hits me up like every day of the
Week for it
I go deeper than deep, I make her
Shriek for it (oof)
Legs shakin & quakin, make her
Weak for it (oof)
She switchin it up, different
Techniques for it (damn)
Pop her all night long, put her to
Sleep for it (for real)
Then I send her home, bitch a
Ratchet (go home)
Pussy ruined if you want it you
Can have it!
I just find another bitch & get
Back at it
What can I say fuckin bitches is a fuckin habit ah!
[Hook: YDC]
Your girl hit my line, she tryna get physical
If I hit that one time best believe its critical
She tryna steal my heart but she a bad criminal
Won't ever see me after that, ima ghost invisible
No ghost writer, lyrics is original
Ran out of smoke, my vision isn't visible
And I spit true facts, your shit is fictional
Seen you in the flesh, I can tell that you ain't with it bro

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