VIBEZ Lyrics

VIBEZ - DaBaby

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[Intro]

Let's go (Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat? Ah, nah)

You know it's Baby, nigga, hahaha

Hah

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one), ha

[Chorus]

She wanna fuck with me, but I don't got the time (Mmh, mmh)

I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (Yeah)

Go call my chauffeur, bitch, '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)

And no, a nigga not blind (Uh-uh)

But I keep the stick and I'm firin' (Bitch)

I ain't met a nigga in life

That's fuckin' with me, say he did, then he lyin' (Mmh, mmh)

Got so many vibes stuffed in the car

We can fuck them hoes six at a time (No cap)

I make them hoes say, "That nigga so fine" (Ooh)

"Girl, he got the dick you can feel in your spine" (Yeah)

Yeah, that what they say about Baby

You know that them bitches don't play about Baby

Baby should go run for president

Look what God did, took his time with me (Yeah, yeah)

Got a red and white ho like a peppermint (Ooh)

Book the hotel, take the vibes in

She gon' fuck me and fuck on my brethren (Uh)

My brother 'nem, havin' three hoes in the king size

I ain't finished yet (Mmh), get another bitch (Mmh)

Got her ridin' dick and screamin', "Yeehaw" (Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh)

Make me proud, girl, you a cowgirl (Huh?)

Did a handstand, I'm like, "Wow, girl" (Okay, okay)

Got me fuckin' her upside-down (Ooh, mmh), baow, baow

Yeah, we goin' dumb, say she wan

[Chorus]

She wanna fuck with me, but I don't got the time (Mmh, mmh, yeah)

I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (Yeah)

Go call my chauffeur, bitch, 'cause I don't like to drive

We in Suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes (Let's go)

She wanna fuck on me, but I don't got the time (Mmh, mmh)

I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (Yeah)

Go call my chauffeur, bitch, '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 nigga just called, she gon' send him a text

I don't need no doc', bitch, you know I'm a dog, better send me the vet

Ever made you a million? I tell 'em, "Riddle me that," ain't offended me yet

My bitch drink Bacardi, I'm in this bitch feelin' like 'Set (Okurr), quarter mil' on my neck

One-point-two on the crib, four hundred thou' on the whip, dickin' down your lil' bitch

I'm 'bout to go buy me a coupe (Zoom)

Pull up, make the doors raise the roof (Yeah)

Louis V army fatigue (Yes, sir)

Hop out with a pole like a troop (Yeah, get in there)

Baby Ray Allen from three (Swish)

You leave me open, I shoot (Baow, baow)

We like Martin and Pam at the hotel (Uh)

We kickin' hoes out, get the boot (Mmh)

These hoes catchin' bodies, they 'bout it (Yeah)

We having new vibes in the lobby (New vibes)

That's wherever we go, ain't no problem (No problem)

I just told abitch no, she was childish (Bye)

Pulled up like

[Chorus]

She wanna fuck with me, but I don't got the time (Mmh, mmh)

I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (Yeah)

Go call my chauffeur, bitch, 'cause I don't like to drive

We in Suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes