Vanilla Songtext
von Deno

Hmm, yo
(Who made this, JB made this, hahaha)
Hahaha
Yo, what′s good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer
Twenty plate, that′s a buss down (woo),
Twenty plate not old school dinger
For realers be my side (ooters)
They don't slip, they slide (ooters)
Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla
Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain′t no singer
Twenty plate, that′s a buss down (woo),
Twenty plate not old school dinger
For realers be my side (ooters)
They don't slip, they slide (ooters)
Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla
Just came through with a one-two,
If you ask me then I might just son you
I don′t give a shit 'bout numbers, undo
But ask for my numbers and I might just done you (I′ll do that)
They copy and paste, they best undo


Everyone salutes when they see me but you (salute)
Shout out Driz when I cut through, wooka, paw, I bring out the kung-fu
I'm in the ghetto, ra-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta
And this one chick′s way too paro
I'm with my dawgs, I'm with my dawgs
One week I′m there, next week I′m gone
One week in ends, next week Milan
Foreign cars, I push to start,
I see my guys, I say, "Wagman?" (yeah, yeah)
Yo, what's good my hitta?
I sing on a chune but I ain′t no singer (skrr)
Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo),
Twenty plate not old school dinger (skrr)
For realers be my side (ooters)
They don′t slip, they slide (ooters)
Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla
Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain′t no singer
Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo),
Twenty plate not old school dinger
For realers be my side (ooters)
They don't slip, they slide (gon′ slide, ooters)
Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla
Eighteen with the million plaques
Soon sittin′ on like a million racks (that's right)
I′m abroad, they like the accent,
Guess I'm sounding like it′s a million's track (woosh)
And all my brothers still with me, and all my brothers good
From backflips and tappin′ tables, to makin' it out the hood
Tell me what you like-like, baby? (Baby)
I bring the ice-ice, baby
Princess cuts, make you oh so brazy
I make you slay like Stacey
Take you the hood, show you finer things
Different life to the life you life
Hatton G for the finest rings (bossy)
Babe, that's the life we live
Yo, what′s good my hitta?
I sing on a chune but I ain′t no singer (skrr)
Twenty plate, that's a buss down (Woo),
Twenty plate not old school dinger (skrr)
For realers be my side (my side, ooters)
They don′t slip, they slide (they slide, ooters)
Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla
Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain′t no singer
Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo),
Twenty plate not old school dinger
For realers be my side (my side, ooters)
They don′t slip, they slide (gon' slide, ooters)
Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla