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vimba
11
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór vimba został wydany 10 lutego 2025 przez 6950176 Records DK jako część albumu bad news sells
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Data wydania10 lutego 2025
Wytwórnia6950176 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM58

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
santana
santana
Performer
Morapedi Sebe
Morapedi Sebe
Background Vocals
888goofy
888goofy
Performer
newtank
newtank
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
santana
santana
Songwriter
Tsholofelo Mokgethi
Tsholofelo Mokgethi
Composer
Morapedi Sebe
Morapedi Sebe
Lyrics
888goofy
888goofy
Songwriter
newtank
newtank
Songwriter
Lwazi Mdluli
Lwazi Mdluli
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KID-MX
KID-MX
Producer
Syiarr
Syiarr
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Vimba the vibes, vimba the hoes, vimba the gate!
Don’t look at my life… We cannot compare
We cannot relate!
I told her “open oesophagus!”
Baby, I’m ‘bout to come down, I’mma pipe again
I told these ****, “these hoes love bananas”
I know what they doing, but I’m tryna dip!
Red light, baby, you know I’m recording
I cheat a lot, but she know I’ve got money
She feedin’ me grapes, massaging my back
It’s like a **** never cheated on her
I’ve got hoes, in every state now
She wanna see me, I flew out to Cape Town!
Call me a dog, but you want me back now?
Telling your friends about me, but you want my love
Tholakuthi I hit up Santana, angitshela “let’s dala this studio session!?”
Back to back, got to qwel it! No question… Bank account need a whole intervention! Eish… uh
I heard that they cashin’ they cheques?
And at Checkers, I’ve been playin’ chess eish
Shit I sit at the desk, I’m plottin’ some shit I jus’ cannot confess!
I’m getting tired of the pain
Baby, just pull up and give me that brain
The **** my brother, we came from the mountains
The **** my brother, we’ve got matching Audi’s
We’ve got matchin’ Audi’s…
That’s my shletty, can’t nobody doubt it!
Wipe a nose said this shit gettin’ snotty man **** be mad I’ve got hoes on my body
Said **** be mad I got
**** be mad I got all types of chains
**** be mad I got all types of fame
I’m rocking Vetements, this shit a vitamin
Said I’m a dick, then show me a better man
I’m ‘boutta tweak, I got broads today
Too many hoes, I don’t know their faces
Don’t need no practice, I’m born for this
I met a bitch, she ignored her man
I had the worst PR in the group
Ain’t got no time, I’mma speak in the booth
The whoadies is fighting for me in the group
We fucking your bitch, and she ran by the group
She told me “don’t speak about what happened” I did!
You look for your hoe, but she walking to me
I done seen all of your hoes in the frank, naked
Baby that’s nothing to me
Vimba the vibes, vimba the hoes, vimba the gate!
Don’t look at my life… We cannot compare
We cannot relate!
I told her “open oesophagus!”
Baby, I’m ‘bout to come down, I’mma pipe again
I told these ****, “these hoes love bananas”
I know what they doing, but I’m tryna dip!
Written by: 888goofy, Lwazi Mdluli, Morapedi Sebe, Tsholofelo Mokgethi, newtank, santana
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