SUBMIT LYRICS
Top 100
Album releases
artists
Community
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Correction Lyrics
LA Vibez
by
BabyTron
Back
Lyrics
Woo, ha, ayyy Hokatiwi You did your thing on this b*t*h Woo, ayyy, ayy, ayy, Sh*ttyBoyz Don't play, I'll send a bullet through your chest She seen Amiris on my jeans, course she threw back Used to be down bad, now I superflex In Downtown L.A., like "Should I do the 'Vette?" (Skrrrrt) Just tore Saks down, need a sponsorship (Tore it down) Lil b*t*h used to spin, now she on my d**k (Lil sl*t) Hit the Runtz and flew up like a rocket ship AirPods in, feet up while I politic In L.A. makin plays like I'm Kawhi Leonard (Makin plays) F-R-A-U-D, love them five letters (Fraud, fraud) Her credit great, but she trippin sh*t, I might let her (Sh*t) I can't see you winning dude, like ever (Huh, like ever) Foreign b*t*h feed me pita bread and hummus (Woooo) At the self scan, if the VISA bad, I'm runnin' (Ayy, ayy) If I ain't at the mall, then I'm scammin something Bro Handy Manny, yeah he got a hammer on him B*t*h f**kin on a scammer, think she JT tryna f**k around and drop a AP The Glock like a punt return, ain't got no safety RIP Kobe, see an opp, I'm droppin [?] Sick she came cowabunga when she see the wave (Surf) I'll blow this b*t*h mind, she seen what I make Mean mugging in the function, brodie bring the K Yeah this new ba** fire, it's a VISA day Told the opps when I see you, I'ma bust y'all Told the b*t*h I won't catch you if we trust fall Real fetish over money, man I love fraud I just f**ked up the gram when I upped dog Woke up to this b*t*h, like, "Damn, what happened?" I'ma probably burn in hell, I done scammed her grandma If I get her login, then her bands gon' vanish Why you trippin over hoes? Need to practice balance Why you trippin' on that n***a? He ain't even yours I'm in L.A. with the vibes, f**kin up the stores N***a, f**k is you doin'? Open up my door Bum n***a think he winnin' f**kin on a w**** Won't ever hear from me again, playin' with my money (Stupid) These n***as broke as hell, pockets like my tummy You ain't never stacked sh*t, make it last, dummy NyNy ugly in the face, speak facts, dummy I'm all about a bag yeah, I bet these b*t*hes know He was playing the whole time, I ain't tripping though Cute in real life, not in just lil videos Pa** the n***a to Cu', call it pick and roll In my own lane, never hear no sneak dissin Own my own sh*t, never be for weak b*t*hes I been going easy, yeah I'm finna treat b*t*hes I ain't never needed friends I don't need b*t*hes
music video
Your name will be published. Leave fields blanks to remain anonymous.
Submit
Modal title
×
Insert media
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Remember me
Lost password
Sign in
Register