Dababy - Vibez MP3 dan Lirik Lagu

let's go (yeah, yeah, neeko)
(you made that motherf-ckin' beat? ah, nah)
you know it's baby, n-gga, hahaha

hah
(oh lord, jetson made another one) hah

she wanna f-ck 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, 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)

fill 'em with vibes (yeah), get in and ride (yeah, yeah)
and no, a n-gga not blind (uh-uh)
but i keep the stick and i'm firin' (b-tch)
i ain't met a n-gga in life

that's f-ckin' with me, say he did, then he lyin' (mmh, mmh)
got so many vibes stuffed in the car
we can f-ck them hoes six at a time (no cap)
i make them hoes say, “that n-gga so fine” (ooh)

“girl, he got the d-ck you can feel in your spine” (yeah)
yeah, that what they say about baby
you know that them b-tches 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' f-ck me and f-ck on my brethren (uh)

my brother ‘nem, havin' three hoes in the king size
i ain't finished yet (mmh), get another b-tch (mmh)
got her ridin' d-ck and screamin', “yeehaw” (mmh, mmh)
make me proud, girl, you a cowgirl (huh?)

did a handstand, i'm like, “wow, girl” (okay, okay)
got me f-ckin' her upside-down (ooh, mmh), baow, baow
yeah, we goin' dumb, say she wanna c-m (mmh)

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

she wanna f-ck 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, 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)

she wanna f-ck 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, b-tch, 'cause i don't like to drive
we in suburbans back to back
and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes (look)

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', b-tch

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 b-tch drink bacardi
i made this b-tch feelin' like s-x (ok)

quarter mil' on my neck, one-point-two on the crib
four hundred thou' on the whip, d-ckin' down your lil' b-tch
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 a b-tch no, she was childish (bye)
pulled up like

she wanna f-ck 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, b-tch, 'cause i don't like to drive
we in suburbans back to back
and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes