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There's the producer Oh, Lord, Jetson made another one Drip like this, can't style it Big boy racks, can't fit in no wallet Smokin' on thrax, tropic Too much gas, I done broke my lighter Lil' slim thick bitch exotic Face feel good, rent her body (uh) Got that deposit Drop it backend straight, count it up we slidin' Uh, I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') Uh, I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') (Yeah), I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') Uh, I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') What? I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') Uh, uh I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') (Yeah, yeah), I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') Uh, I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') Drip severe I'm stylin', crystal clear, diamonds bitin' Chandelier, I'm shinin' Get your bitch you know she jockin' (uh) I flex without a option Big boy racks in both my pockets (both my pockets) I keep the Glock beside me I ain't gotta ask, I know she ridin' My bitch a Barbie, look like she came off a island Keep a stick, no argue PG just don't get defined (whoo) I smoke the best designer High as hell, like I'm a pilot Lay back like a recliner, yo main thang like my persona Too damn smooth I been that nigga since school I make the rules and break the rules I ain't never been one of 'em hating dudes You broke 'cause you ain't making moves You don't want that bag like P Had to get off my ass to eat So don't be mad at me (Uh), uh Drip like this, can't style it Big boy racks, can't fit in no wallet Smokin' on thrax, tropic (uh) Too much gas, I done broke my lighter (uh) Lil' slim thick bitch exotic Face feel good, rent her body (uh) Got that deposit (uh) Drop it backend straight, count it up we slidin' Uh, I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') Uh, I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') (Yeah), I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') Uh, I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') What? I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') Uh, uh, I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') (Yeah, yeah), I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') Uh, uh, I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') I'm high as hell vibin' Backend straight, you know I'm gon' rock it But I ain't come in here without my rocket So don't check me or my posse That flexin' need to stop it Lil' ass check, actin' like you got it I let a young nigga come swipe you (come here) Put your lil' baby ass in a diaper (uh, uh) Rockabye, night time, put his ass to sleep (what?) All the Blockboys gon' eat (uh) You know the HotBoys gon' creep (uh, uh) 25 eight a week Bossman locked in these streets And I ain't ever use no key, just kick doors down like robbery (yo) It ain't no stopping me for the hatin' ass niggas that's watchin' me (what?) I know y'all plot on me (uh) Wish a nig' could body P (uh) I keep that Glock on me, for the broke boys that I'm botherin' (what?) I ain't with that arguin' I feel too 'noid, I'm sparkin' shit (I'm sparkin' shit) Drip like this, can't style it Big boy racks, can't fit in no wallet Smokin' on thrax, tropic Too much gas, I done broke my lighter (uh) Lil' slim thick bitch exotic Face feel good, rent her body (uh) Got that deposit Drop it backend straight, count it up we slidin' Uh, I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') Uh, I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') (Yeah), I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') Uh, I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') What? I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') Uh, uh, I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') (Uh, yeah), I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') Uh, I'm vibin' (I'm vibin') Uh, I'm vibin' I'm vibin' (yeah) I'm vibin' (whoa) I'm vibin' (yeah) Yeah, I'm vibin' (yeah)
Writer(s): Tahj Morgan, Rendull Middleton, Hezron Kevin Henry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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