lirik lagu glockboyz teejaee - vibing
[intro]
you know what i mean? bad hoes, they say i’m vibin’ (they say i’m vibin’)
(mushk made this)
i like the way she—
oh yeah, i like the way she [?] but she—
yeah
[chorus]
broke hoes, they say i’m mean, bad hoes, they say i’m vibin’
[?] we don’t really play no music in the whip, we just be ridin’
always down to cuss me out for nothin’, this ho toxic
she my whitney, i be fiendin’ for her love just like bobby
[verse 1]
used to sell dope, now i sell songs and get money
always [?] times, somewherе i never been, they still lovе me
they just be vibin’ out chillin’, we don’t argue about nothin’
probably hope he die for real, i’d probably make this girl my woman
get a rental, then i tint it out, i always did whatever since a kid
i’ve been schooled since a youngin, never’ll bring ’em where i live (come on)
i’m a gangster, i’ll help you with your bills and fill the fridge
i happen to throw you somethin’ extra, you can spend that with the kids
f~ck her ’cause she like me for who i am, not who i is (not who i is)
i know i like you, still can’t tell you all my biz
let me run it up, i’ma put you in a benz
here go a twenty~ball in all blue hundreds, spend it with your friends
[chorus]
broke hoes, they say i’m mean, bad hoes, they say i’m vibin’
[?] we don’t really play no music in the whip, we just be ridin’
always down to cuss me out for nothin’, this ho toxic
she my whitney, i be fiendin’ for her love just like bobby
[verse 2]
i’m just tryna run it up, baby, and get my money right
she be stingy with her time, i’m tryna get somethin’ tonight
ain’t finna argue with no b~tch, i ain’t the type of n~gga to fight
a b~tch p~ss me off, i leave her crib and get a flight
and then go out of town (yeah)
you could’ve came, but when i’m up, you like to bring me down
tell a b~tch that she ain’t really sh~t, them hoes hate that sound
you ain’t addin’ to the bag, then you can’t be around
[?] stressin’ ’bout a b~tch, then you the class clown (ayy, you the clown)
every time a b~tch left me, i ran my money up (i ran my money up)
see hoes inside the club with they friends, i f~cked a couple of ’em
i ain’t the type to get in my feelings, i just run it up
if i introduce a b~tch, i get another one just like the bus (yeah)
i like the ratchet ghetto hoes, them my faves
you the type to get a bad b~tch and change your ways
i f~ck a bad b~tch, wake up and shoot my plays
depending on who she is, i might not talk to her a couple days
though she mine and she the baddest in the world, that’s how it is
you a clown, the type to have a b~tch stressin’, smokin’ cigs
i tried to tell her like, “go and cheat on your n~gga, girl, live”
i’m like lonnie, these hoes do whatever i say
[chorus]
broke hoes, they say i’m mean, bad hoes, they say i’m vibin’
[?] we don’t really play no music in the whip, we just be ridin’
always down to cuss me out for nothin’, this ho toxic
she my whitney, i be fiendin’ for her love just like bobby
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu swagtastic666 - queen!
- lirik lagu marty rhone - gimme some lovin'
- lirik lagu maverick sabre - why don't you keep up
- lirik lagu yung koebra - amirparsa
- lirik lagu oscman - cherry magic
- lirik lagu lindsay ell - love myself
- lirik lagu peach pit - yasmina
- lirik lagu ir. kelly patrícia - generalíssima imaculada
- lirik lagu liquore - gatto
- lirik lagu 6teenmolly - bruh