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Young VIP Video (MV)




Performed By: Grad & Joseph Torres
Language: English
Length: 1:41
Written by: Joseph Torres, Alexander Grad




Grad & Joseph Torres - Young VIP Lyrics




Yo Grad, why these dudes always acting like some bitches
JT, I don't know brodie, but they always in they feelings
Seems like nowadays every other rapper wanna be the villain
I think me and you gotta carry this shit till we poppin' out, making a million

Bruno Mars, bet I make a whole billion
Trappin' the pies, I ain't talkin' Cicilian
Camo the Rollie, this shit look Chameleon
I like a little light skin with some Cinnamon

She like, JT, don't play me
I'm tryna love on you daily
She ride around downtown and it be the whip she drivin' me crazy
Like, hell nah, I ain't tryna meet no in-laws

They Steve Jobs and I'm Rick Ross
When I talk shit to get ticked off
Yo, man, shoppin' off Depop
We hard, but afraid that we gotta go soft

Forever runnin' from forever love
We know shit can get tough, but it's really on us
Shit can get tough, it got me feelin' stuck
Smokin' a blunt to get out of the mud

Talkin' real crazy, you drippin' out blood
And I didn't see shit, man, it is what it was
And I'm smokin' dope, gettin' f*ckin' high on the weekend
Yo, bitty short, but she still out here reachin'

Young VIP, and I'm movin' with my demons
Ballin' out Audemars, and I'm switchin' every season
Gotta take a second, gotta breathe in
Wait slow down shorty, we in the deep end

Yeah, all that Instagrammin', it don't mean shit
Pull up, where you stay broad day let the, uh, uh, ay
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Yo Grad, why these dudes always acting like some bitches
JT, I don't know brodie, but they always in they feelings
Seems like nowadays every other rapper wanna be the villain
I think me and you gotta carry this shit till we poppin' out, making a million

Bruno Mars, bet I make a whole billion
Trappin' the pies, I ain't talkin' Cicilian
Camo the Rollie, this shit look Chameleon
I like a little light skin with some Cinnamon

She like, JT, don't play me
I'm tryna love on you daily
She ride around downtown and it be the whip she drivin' me crazy
Like, hell nah, I ain't tryna meet no in-laws

They Steve Jobs and I'm Rick Ross
When I talk shit to get ticked off
Yo, man, shoppin' off Depop
We hard, but afraid that we gotta go soft

Forever runnin' from forever love
We know shit can get tough, but it's really on us
Shit can get tough, it got me feelin' stuck
Smokin' a blunt to get out of the mud

Talkin' real crazy, you drippin' out blood
And I didn't see shit, man, it is what it was
And I'm smokin' dope, gettin' f*ckin' high on the weekend
Yo, bitty short, but she still out here reachin'

Young VIP, and I'm movin' with my demons
Ballin' out Audemars, and I'm switchin' every season
Gotta take a second, gotta breathe in
Wait slow down shorty, we in the deep end

Yeah, all that Instagrammin', it don't mean shit
Pull up, where you stay broad day let the, uh, uh, ay
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Writer: Joseph Torres, Alexander Grad
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