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BUFFALO BILL lyrics : "Vans Make Her Dance"

[ Into: Buffalo Bill]

We ain't poppin bands cause we don't gotta pay for it. It flows like water, you feel me?


[Chorus 2x]


Vans a make her dance, Vans a make her dance
All these chicks jockin me, I'm just rockin Vans
Vans a make her dance, Vans a make her dance

These chicks nasty and they drop their pants

[Verse 1: Buffalo Bill]


She got them Upton juices and a six inch heel, rubbin em, but they ain't real
Up on my nuts, you got sex appeal, blackin out, hit by Holyfield

Pour them shots, when she on my @@#!,
getting nasty wet, when we drop that top
Call the Royce Molly cause we rollin

Ride it fast and hard, like that (*##$ was stolen
Go hard Lohan, look ma no hands
Legs in the air, don't mess with Zohan

Givin free candy, no windows van
Don't lick that %#@!, don't know where it's been


Bring these chicks home by the twos and threes
Slap it up, then wrap it up, so my %#@! don't burn when I pee
2 Chainz, I got big chain, getting brain, then I make it rain.


This ho is set, but we just met, call her Juicy J, cause she so wet
You know how I roll, now where's the rock, up all night cause we can't stop

All my girls are so hot
Drop her off, should made her walk
killed that #~!!@, should be lined in chalk.



[Chorus 2x]


Vans a make her dance, Vans a make her dance
All these chicks jockin me, I'm just rockin Vans

Vans a make her dance, Vans a make her dance
These chicks nasty and they drop their pants



[Verse 2: Buffalo Bill]


Got these Vans on and they look like sneakers
Testin out all these girls like Bill Nye's beakers
Molly blue kinda look like Skeeter

and I hit that %#@! when I meet her
Vans skate shoes on, goin all night long
Make her go dumb like Cheech and Chong

Met a sweet ho, she was a Leo, stackin #~!!@ like my dude DiCaprio

Rep A-State, cause we ball so hard, trading hoes like a baseball card

She said what's your type, I don't have a type, as long as she ride it right
Commas and zeros, like dinero, all these fly hoes gettin weirdo
She wanna wife, but that's for life

Her box is left and my mind right



[Chorus 2x]

Damn I make her dance, damn I make her dance

So many girls, I'm in a trance
Damn I make her dance, damn I make her dance
Them ugly girls, call em Horace Grant

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