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Vogue Video (MV)




Performed By: Alabama Barker
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Alabama Barker, Kevo




Alabama Barker - Vogue Lyrics
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Uh, uh, uh
'Bama
Uh, uh, 'Bama, 'Bama, 'Bama
(ATL Jacob, he a f*ckin' millionaire)
Uh

Pretty bitch, I'm in that mode (mode)
Look like I'm fresh outta Vogue (Vogue)
I never do what I'm told (told)
Back of the truck, it's just me and my hoes
How bitches mad 'cause I'm chose? (Chose)
Really, tell me, how? (How?)
To tell the truth, I don't know (know)
But I know I ain't goin' broke (broke, broke, broke)

These little bitches talkin' loud better be quiet (shh)
If you say somethin', better stand on it, f*ck a peace sign (peace)
Really ballin', yeah, we on the court, we ain't court-side
Too up, I be hatin' on myself sometimes

You finally got you a Patek Philippe
Little bitty shit, I do that in my sleep
Close down the store just to buy me a tee
Blew thirty racks and I didn't even blink
Crib in LA, ATL on the beat
She's tryna diss me, I ain't even peep
Bitch from the west, but got hoes on the east
Told 'em to stunt, he electric for me

Pretty bitch, I'm in that mode (mode)
Look like I'm fresh outta Vogue (Vogue)
I never do what I'm told (told)
Back of the truck, it's just me and my hoes
How bitches mad 'cause I'm chose? (Chose)
Really, tell me, how? (How?)
To tell the truth, I don't know (know)
But I know I ain't goin' broke
Pretty bitch, I'm in that mode (mode)
Look like I'm fresh outta Vogue (a Vogue)
I never do what I'm told (I'm told)
Back of the truck, it's just me and my hoes
How bitches mad 'cause I'm chose? (I'm chose)
Really, tell me, how? (How?)
To tell the truth, I don't know (know)
But I know I ain't goin' broke

Uh-oh, got your man in a chokehold
Oh, if you let him out your sight, he ain't comin' home
Uh-oh, if you a bad bitch, this your song
Bend it over, shake that ass, break your back, ho

F*ck with a Barbie, in love with my body
I f*ck 'round and find me a candidate
Think you poppin', you hoes need to stop it
Baby, you just a lil' trend today
If she my twin, you know she a ten
Won't catch me outside with a six or a eight
Face card valid, expensive palace, spent ten racks on a dinner date (a date)

Pretty bitch, I'm in that mode (that mode)
Look like I'm fresh outta Vogue (a Vogue)
I never do what I'm told (I'm told)
Back of the truck, it's just me and my hoes
How bitches mad 'cause I'm chose? (Uh-huh)
Really, tell me, how? (Uh)
To tell the truth, I don't know (know)
But I know I ain't goin' broke
Pretty bitch, I'm in that mode (uh-huh)
Look like I'm fresh outta Vogue (a Vogue)
I never do what I'm told (told)
Back of the truck, it's just me and my hoes
How bitches mad 'cause I'm chose? (Chose)
Really, tell me, how? (How?)
To tell the truth, I don't know (know)
But I know I ain't goin' broke
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Uh, uh, uh
'Bama
Uh, uh, 'Bama, 'Bama, 'Bama
(ATL Jacob, he a f*ckin' millionaire)
Uh

Pretty bitch, I'm in that mode (mode)
Look like I'm fresh outta Vogue (Vogue)
I never do what I'm told (told)
Back of the truck, it's just me and my hoes
How bitches mad 'cause I'm chose? (Chose)
Really, tell me, how? (How?)
To tell the truth, I don't know (know)
But I know I ain't goin' broke (broke, broke, broke)

These little bitches talkin' loud better be quiet (shh)
If you say somethin', better stand on it, f*ck a peace sign (peace)
Really ballin', yeah, we on the court, we ain't court-side
Too up, I be hatin' on myself sometimes

You finally got you a Patek Philippe
Little bitty shit, I do that in my sleep
Close down the store just to buy me a tee
Blew thirty racks and I didn't even blink
Crib in LA, ATL on the beat
She's tryna diss me, I ain't even peep
Bitch from the west, but got hoes on the east
Told 'em to stunt, he electric for me

Pretty bitch, I'm in that mode (mode)
Look like I'm fresh outta Vogue (Vogue)
I never do what I'm told (told)
Back of the truck, it's just me and my hoes
How bitches mad 'cause I'm chose? (Chose)
Really, tell me, how? (How?)
To tell the truth, I don't know (know)
But I know I ain't goin' broke
Pretty bitch, I'm in that mode (mode)
Look like I'm fresh outta Vogue (a Vogue)
I never do what I'm told (I'm told)
Back of the truck, it's just me and my hoes
How bitches mad 'cause I'm chose? (I'm chose)
Really, tell me, how? (How?)
To tell the truth, I don't know (know)
But I know I ain't goin' broke

Uh-oh, got your man in a chokehold
Oh, if you let him out your sight, he ain't comin' home
Uh-oh, if you a bad bitch, this your song
Bend it over, shake that ass, break your back, ho

F*ck with a Barbie, in love with my body
I f*ck 'round and find me a candidate
Think you poppin', you hoes need to stop it
Baby, you just a lil' trend today
If she my twin, you know she a ten
Won't catch me outside with a six or a eight
Face card valid, expensive palace, spent ten racks on a dinner date (a date)

Pretty bitch, I'm in that mode (that mode)
Look like I'm fresh outta Vogue (a Vogue)
I never do what I'm told (I'm told)
Back of the truck, it's just me and my hoes
How bitches mad 'cause I'm chose? (Uh-huh)
Really, tell me, how? (Uh)
To tell the truth, I don't know (know)
But I know I ain't goin' broke
Pretty bitch, I'm in that mode (uh-huh)
Look like I'm fresh outta Vogue (a Vogue)
I never do what I'm told (told)
Back of the truck, it's just me and my hoes
How bitches mad 'cause I'm chose? (Chose)
Really, tell me, how? (How?)
To tell the truth, I don't know (know)
But I know I ain't goin' broke
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Writer: Alabama Barker, Kevo
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


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