DaBaby - VIBEZ (Lyrics Video)

Name: DaBaby
Song: "VIBEZ"
Producer: Neeko Baby, Jasper Harris & JetsonMade





[Intro]
Let's go
You know it's Baby, nigga, hahaha
Hah

[Chorus]
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 Suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes

[Verse 1]
Fill 'em with vibes, get in and ride
And no, a nigga not blind
But I keep the stick and I'm firin'
I ain't met a nigga in life
That's fuckin' with me, say he did, then he lyin'
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 the dick you can feel in your spine"
Yeah, that what they say about Baby
You know that them bitches don't play about Baby
Baby should go run for president
Look what God did, took his time with me
Got a red and white ho like a peppermint
Book the hotel, take the vibes in
She gon' fuck me and fuck on my brethren
My brother 'nem, havin' three hoes in the king size
I ain't finished yet, get another bitch
Got her ridin' dick and screamin', "Yeehaw"
Make me proud, girl, you a cowgirl
Did a handstand, I'm like, "Wow, girl"
Got me fuckin' her upside-down, baow, baow
Yeah, we goin' dumb, say she wanna cum
I'm lookin' like, "When?" She lookin' like, "Now"
Some more came in, say they want it too
I tagged in my brother, bitch, I'm out, I know

[Chorus]
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 Suburbans back to back and we gon' 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 Suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes

[Verse 2]
Let's get on a jet, come give me some neck
She ain't pickin' up, and her nigga just called, she gon' send him 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 feelin' like 'Set, quarter mil' on my neck
One-point-two on the crib, four hundred thou' on the whip, dickin' down your lil' bitch
I'm 'bout to go buy me a coupe
Pull up, make the doors raise the roof
Louis V army fatigue
Hop out with a pole like a troop
Baby Ray Allen from three
You leave me open, I shoot
We like Martin and Pam at the hotel
We kickin' hoes out, get the boot
These hoes catchin' 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
Pulled up like

[Chorus]
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 Suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes

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