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letra de vibes 2 - hipper

[intro]
hey homie
blow that smoke on me

[verse 1]
still wildin’ out, while i’m just vibin’ out
you can be a chef, a cop, a bad, a god
you ridin with me, you ridin with me
ruff rhyder, tough nighter, cuff biter, stuff lighter, rhyme fighter ah
we rise together, fall together
collapse, now or never
bust bust bust bust
i been there, i done that
i k!ll them, i run back
i kick them, a sc-mbag
i fill them, with some bread
dust dust dust dust
shoulder, throw you, over
know you, sober
clone you, colder
i step in this b-tch
i’m steppin’ this b-tch, i’m rappin’ this b-tch, i’m hackin this b-tch
i’m flangin, this wigidy wigidy happen, i’m seven, eleven
gi gi got to, gi get back, tu tu not to, give that back
fill that track, with this mad flack
can i get a, can i get a, priest
i need a, i need a, i need a, fiest

[hook]
same city, sin city, same lights
old me, old g, same vibes
4x

[verse 2]
f-ck lil yachty, f-ck migos, f-ck trippie redd
f-ck lil pump, f-ck uzi, f-ck famous dex
f-ck love, this ain’t no time for that
f-ck everybody, f-ck mumble rap
f-ck kodak black
i came here murder f-ckers
and hurt their mothers
they are just p-ssies i heard their mothers
but you m-th-f-cka, talkin’ to me like look at this m-th-f-cka
eat sh-t m-th-f-cka
while you speak m-th-f-cka
i’m a 360, i rap around your head and choke you eat this m-th-f-cka
bon apet-t m-th-f-cka
and this is time for the real ones to show their faces
i’m like an uppercut, i’m below their faces
but you scared to go places
because hipper chases
put you in suitcases throw you down the staircases this embraces that you just replaces disgraces
lemme say an prayer for all the naysayer
andre can we get another hey ya
all of you b-tches owe me money and this is time for payup
i’m the surgeon and askin you to lay up
i’m gonna cut you up and see the reason why you so r-t-rderd, maybe a disorder
this is how the f-ck i’m dealing
with b-tches f-ck
i got all the good things these rappers aka b-tches luck
y’all just f-cked up f-ckin trash
if f-ckin up hiphop is a private jet
y’all on it and you gonna f-ckin crash

[outro]
these were of vibes of me right now
don’t you dare to raise an eyebrow
and if you just makin rap worse then hide now

- hipper

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