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bg playa – vibez كلمات اغاني

[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

- bg playa

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