T. Mills - Fuck Em (With My Vans On) lyrics

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Heyyyy, they don't know a thing about us

Only love em for the moment

Tell em they don't know a thing about us

All this sweet love for ya suckers

I don't treat em, I don't love em, I fuck em with my

vans on

They callin me a bad motha fucka

Yeah, daaamn

They don't know a thing about us

Only love em for the moment

Uh, she say "Mills you're my super hero"

But I'm just tryin to hug her curves like, a new Camaro

I tell her that she got that kush, then I laugh it off

Cause that just means I hit it twice before I pass it

off

These bitches is trampolines they just fill a quota

You know, once you jump off then the thrill is over

And your boyfriend ain't half this raw

I mack a whore, my nickname should be apple store

And the strippers that my money goes from the floor to

the mother fuckin ceiling like a stripper pole

I'm gettin dough first, then I'm gettin bitches second

So, I'm gettin bitches naked

Then you gettin your purse an your shoes and whatever

else you came in with

We aint got to hang and shit

These bitches for everybody

We aint no claimin shit

Damn homie, you lame as shit

I'm just tryin to penetrate

Fuck em then I'm sendin bitches home

Eliminate

Heyyyy, they don't know a thing about us

Only love em for the moment

Tell em they don't know a thing about us

All this sweet love for ya suckers

I don't treat em, I don't love em, I fuck em with my

vans on

They callin me a bad motha fucka

Yeah, daaamn

They don't know a thing about us

Only love em for the moment

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