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bg playa – vibez lyrics

[intro]
let’s go!
you know it’s baby, n+gga
hah
ha!

[hook]
she wanna f+ck with me but i don’t got the time (mm, mm)
just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85
go call my chauffeur, b+tch, ‘cause i don’t like to drive
we in suburbans back to back and we gon’ fill ‘em up with vibes (let’s go!)

[verse 1]
fill ‘em with vibes (yeah), get in and ride (yeah, yeah!)
n’ no, a n+gga not blind (uh+uh)
but i keep that stick n’ i’m firin’ (b+tch)
ain’t met a n+gga in life
that’s f+ckin’ with me, say he did, then he lyin’ ? (mm, yeah)
we got so many vibes stuffed in the car
we can f+ck them hoes six at a time (no cap)
i make thеm hoes say, “that n+gga so fine” (ooooh)
“he got that d+ck you can feel in your spinе”
that’s what they say about baby
you know that them b+tches don’t play about playa
baby should go run for president
look what god did, took his time with me (yeah, yeah)
i got a red n’ white hoe like a peppermint (ooh!)
book the hotel, take the vibes in
she gon’ f+ck me n’ f+ck with my brethren (ah. ah!)
my brother n’ ‘em, having three hoes in a king size
i ain’t finished yet (mm), get another b+tch (mm… mm+mm+mm+mm)
got her ridin’ d+ck and screamin’, “yeehaw”
make me proud, girl, you a cowgirl (hah?)
she did a handstand, i’m like, “wow, girl” (okay, okay!)
she got me f+ckin’ her upside+down, (mm+mm) bow bow
we goin’ dumb, say she wanna cum
i’m lookin’ like, “when?” she lookin’ like, “now!”
some more came in, say they want it, too
i tagged in my brother, b+tch, i’m out (bye!)
i know
[hook]
she wanna f+ck with me but i don’t got the time (mm, mm) (yeeaah)
just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85
go call my chauffeur, b+tch, ‘cause i don’t like to drive (vroom, vroom)
we in suburbans back to back and we gon’ fill ‘em up with vibes (let’s goo!)
she wanna f+ck on me but i don’t got the time (mm, mm)
just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85
go call my chauffeur, b+tch, ‘cause i don’t like to drive
we in suburbans back to back and we gon’ fill ‘em up with vibes (look)

[verse 2]
let’s get on a jet, (yeah) come give me some neck (yeah, yeah)
she ain’t pickin’ up (huh?) and her n+gga just called, she gon’ send him a text
i don’t need no doc (wha?), b+tch, you know i’m a dog, better send me to vet
ever made you a million? i tell ‘em, “riddle me that,” ain’t offended me yet
my b+tch drinkin’ ‘cardi, i’m in this b+tch feelin’ like ‘set (okurt!), quarter mil’ on my neck
one+point+two on a crib, four hundred thou’ on a whip, d+ckin’ down your lil b+tch
i’m ’bout to go buy me a coupe (zoom)
pull up, make the door raise the roof (yeah)
louis v army fatigue (yessir!)
hop out with a pole like a troop (yeah, get in there)
baby ray allen from three (swish!)
you leave me open, i shoot (bow, bow)
we like martin n’ pam in the hotel (ah)
kickin’ hoes out, get the boot
these hoes catchin’ bodies, they ‘bout it (yeah)
we having new vibes in the lobby (vibes)
that’s wherever we go, ain’t no problem (hah)
i just told a b+tch, “no,” she was childish (bye!)
pulled up like
[hook]
she wanna f+ck with me but i don’t got the time
just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85
go call my chauffeur, b+tch, ‘cause i don’t like to drive
we in suburbans back to back and we gon’ fill ‘em up with vibes

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