CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Vibing
(Wheezy Outta Here)
Yeah, see the way we popping
They tryna see the way we popping
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They doin' anything just to get inside this room
Tryna see the way we kick it, wanna see the way we pop it
A couple bad b*t*hes, wanna make sure that they vibin'
A rose gold Patek on her wrist because she pop
I make sure she don't stop in it, they say she saucing
We made a couple mill' then we spent it all just [?]
I make sure that shе vibing
I make sure that they vibing
Makе sure that they vibe
Kick it at the spot (Spot)
I call her Patron 'cause her wrist is on the rocks (Yeah)
Slippers match my robe, with my sheets, they Versace
Boxers are Celine, and my socks, I forgot (Yeah)
Cup full of codeine, extra drop in the pop (Pop)
She wanna smoke weed, introduce her to Biscotti ('Scotti)
If you sober or clean, ain’t no entry in this party
Tell me what drug you need and I promise you, I got it
Yeah
I don’t wanna know, I’m too rich too know
Half a million in my ears, I can't listen, no
Green diamonds, now your wrist all p*ssing, oh
And I'm balling on these pu**y n***as, chemo
I got richer now, she can listen now
F**k the pu**y now, got her screaming loud
Call me James Harden, 13 girls
Millions of medallions, all big pearls
Hair long and straight, but got big curls
This ain't a race, I sprint to her
Drown out of space, out of this world
Lower cla** girl really make a n***a hurl
Make sure she get what she want
How I see your a** from the front?
Brown seats like it’s Black History Month
Both my daughters and my sons want for nun'
They doin' anything just to get inside this room
Tryna see the way we kick it, wanna see the way we pop it
A couple bad b*t*hes, wanna make sure that they vibin'
A rose gold Patek on her wrist because she poppin'
I make sure she don't stop in it, they say she saucing
We made a couple mill' then we spent it all just [?]
I make sure that she vibing
I make sure that they vibing
She love the way I talk, I got slimey grammar
She ask me where I'm from, I told her South Atlanta
This ain't Vegas baby, but my life a gamble
We got in [?] in Botega sandals
A lot of imitators, the new Instagrammers
Life of the fake gangsters, yelling in the camera
Section of pretty women, in this man's world
Call me king James, 23 girls
I'm just kicking plain, double C pearls
She roll my backwoods with a nice pearl
Her bad b*t*h, used to be a nice girl
Now the Maybach swirl, two tone, black and pearl
Yeah, see the way we popping
They tryna see the way we popping
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They doin' anything just to get inside this room
Tryna see the way we kick it, wanna see the way we pop it
A couple bad b*t*hes, wanna make sure that they vibin'
A rose gold Patek on her wrist because she pop
I make sure she don't stop in it, they say she saucing
We made a couple mill' then we spent it all just [?]
I make sure that shе vibing
I make sure that they vibing
Makе sure that they vibe
Kick it at the spot (Spot)
I call her Patron 'cause her wrist is on the rocks (Yeah)
Slippers match my robe, with my sheets, they Versace
Boxers are Celine, and my socks, I forgot (Yeah)
Cup full of codeine, extra drop in the pop (Pop)
She wanna smoke weed, introduce her to Biscotti ('Scotti)
If you sober or clean, ain’t no entry in this party
Tell me what drug you need and I promise you, I got it
Yeah
I don’t wanna know, I’m too rich too know
Half a million in my ears, I can't listen, no
Green diamonds, now your wrist all p*ssing, oh
And I'm balling on these pu**y n***as, chemo
I got richer now, she can listen now
F**k the pu**y now, got her screaming loud
Call me James Harden, 13 girls
Millions of medallions, all big pearls
Hair long and straight, but got big curls
This ain't a race, I sprint to her
Drown out of space, out of this world
Lower cla** girl really make a n***a hurl
Make sure she get what she want
How I see your a** from the front?
Brown seats like it’s Black History Month
Both my daughters and my sons want for nun'
They doin' anything just to get inside this room
Tryna see the way we kick it, wanna see the way we pop it
A couple bad b*t*hes, wanna make sure that they vibin'
A rose gold Patek on her wrist because she poppin'
I make sure she don't stop in it, they say she saucing
We made a couple mill' then we spent it all just [?]
I make sure that she vibing
I make sure that they vibing
She love the way I talk, I got slimey grammar
She ask me where I'm from, I told her South Atlanta
This ain't Vegas baby, but my life a gamble
We got in [?] in Botega sandals
A lot of imitators, the new Instagrammers
Life of the fake gangsters, yelling in the camera
Section of pretty women, in this man's world
Call me king James, 23 girls
I'm just kicking plain, double C pearls
She roll my backwoods with a nice pearl
Her bad b*t*h, used to be a nice girl
Now the Maybach swirl, two tone, black and pearl
