Vibez – DaBaby – letras

Let’s goYou know it’s baby, nigga(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)She wanna fuck with me but I don’t got the timeI just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause’ I don’t like to driveWe in suburban’s back to back and we gone fill em’ up with vibesFill em’ with vibesGet in the rideAnd no, a nigga not blindBut I keep that stick and I’m firingAin’t met a nigga in lifeThat’s fucking with meSay he did then he lyingWe got so many vibes stuffed in the carWe can fuck them hoes six at a timeI make them hoes say that nigga so fineGirl he got that D you can feel in yo spineYeah that’s what they say about BabyYou know them bitches don’t play about BabyBaby should go run for presidentLook what God did, took his time with meGot a red and white hoe like a peppermintPull up to the hotel, take the vibes inShe gone fuck me and fuck on my brethrenMy brother and themHaving three hoes in the king sizeI ain’t finished yet, get another bitchGot her riding dick and screaming « He-hah »Make me proud girl, you a cowgirlShe did a handstand, I’m like wow girlGot me fucking her upside downYeah, we going dumb, say she wanna cumI’m looking like when? She looking like nowSome mo’ came in, say they want it tooI tagged in my brother, bitch I’m outI knowShe wanna fuck with me but I don’t got the timeI just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause’ I don’t like to driveWe in suburban’s back to back and we gone fill em’ up with vibesShe wanna fuck on me but I don’t got the timeI just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause’ I don’t like to driveWe in suburban’s back to back and we gone fill em’ up with vibesLook, let’s get on a jetCome give me some neckShe ain’t picking upAnd her nigga just called, she gone send em’ a textI don’t need no docBitch, you know I’m a dogBetter send me the vetEver made you a million?I tell em’ riddle me thatAin’t offended me yetMy bitch drink BacardiI’m in this bitch feeling like SetQuarter-mill on my neckOver two on the cribFo’ hundred thou on the whipDicking down yo lil’ bitchI’m ’bout to go buy me a coupePull up, make the doors raise the roofLouis V army fatigueI’m ’bout with a pole like a troopBaby Ray Allen from threeYou leave me open, I’m shootingWe like Martin and Pam at the hotelWe kicking hoes out, get the bootThese hoes catching bodies, they ’bout itWe having new vibes in the lobbyThat’s wherever we go ain’t no problemI just told a bitch no, she was childish (Bye)Pulled up likeShe wanna fuck on me but I don’t got the timeI just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause’ I don’t like to driveWe in suburban’s back to backand we gone fill em’ up with vibes