Vibez Lyrics - Dababy

Let's go 

You know it's baby, nigga 

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) 

She wanna fuck with me but I don't got the time 

I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 

Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause' I don't like to drive 

We in suburban's back to back and we gone fill em' up with vibes 

Fill em' with vibes 

Get in the ride 

And no, a nigga not blind 

But I keep that stick and I'm firing 

Ain't met a nigga in life 

That's fucking with me 

Say he did then he lying 

We got so many vibes stuffed in the car 

We can fuck them hoes six at a time 

I make them hoes say that nigga so fine 

Girl he got that D you can feel in yo spine 

Yeah that's what they say about Baby 

You know them bitches don't play about Baby 

Baby should go run for president 

Look what God did, took his time with me 

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Got a red and white hoe like a peppermint 

Pull up to the hotel, take the vibes in 

She gone fuck me and fuck on my brethren 

My brother and them 

Having three hoes in the king size 

I ain't finished yet, get another bitch 

Got her riding dick and screaming "He-hah" 

Make me proud girl, you a cowgirl 

She did a handstand, I'm like wow girl 

Got me fucking her upside down 

Yeah, we going dumb, say she wanna cum 

I'm looking like when? She looking like now 

Some mo' came in, say they want it too 

I tagged in my brother, bitch I'm out 

I know 

She wanna fuck with me but I don't got the time 

I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 

Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause' I don't like to drive 

We in suburban's back to back and we gone fill em' up with vibes 

She wanna fuck on me but I don't got the time 

I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 

Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause' I don't like to drive 

We in suburban's back to back and we gone fill em' up with vibes 

Look, let's get on a jet 

Come give me some neck 

She ain't picking up 

And her nigga just called, she gone send em' a text 

I don't need no doc 

Bitch, you know I'm a dog 

Better send me the vet 

Ever made you a million? 

I tell em' riddle me that 

Ain't offended me yet 

My bitch drink Bacardi 

I'm in this bitch feeling like Set 

Quarter-mill on my neck 

Over two on the crib 

Fo' hundred thou on the whip 

Dicking down yo lil' bitch 

I'm 'bout to go buy me a coupe 

Pull up, make the doors raise the roof 

Louis V army fatigue 

I'm 'bout with a pole like a troop 

Baby Ray Allen from three 

You leave me open, I'm shooting 

We like Martin and Pam at the hotel 

We kicking hoes out, get the boot 

These hoes catching bodies, they 'bout it 

We having new vibes in the lobby 

That's wherever we go ain't no problem 

I just told a bitch no, she was childish (Bye) 

Pulled up like 

She wanna fuck on me but I don't got the time 

I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 

Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause' I don't like to drive 

We in suburban's back to back and we gone fill em' up with vibes