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letra de vibin' on it - ktcg

[intro: ktcg & mr. chris]
yeah
feniko
hahaha
yeah

{chorus: ktcg & mr. chris]
i’m just vibin on it
i’m just high tryna survive
tryna ride on it
yeah
i’m just vibin on it
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ktcg dropping another mixtape
f-ck!

[verse 1: ktcg]
i feel like im homer simpson
get money like jessica simpson
put up on him and i k!ll him
i put my d-ck in her system
then i put my d-ck in her sister
you know i had to revisit her
all you rappers be p-ssing
no body want to listen
all of my boys be k!lling and i feeling like a library yea i ain’t talking
give her that d in the office you know that im awfully awesome
yea i got powers like austin imma shoot up your apartment
imma pull up and i spark it in the back of the bus parking
boy i’m rosa parking
two hoes at a time in this yacht boy im noah’s arcing
i get cash all day boy you know what happened when that engine sparking
fly like i’m bonaparte
you run up on me i smoke you like gas rolling up all your farts

{chorus: ktcg}
feniko
i’m just vibin on it
i’m just high tryna survive
tryna ride on it
yeah
i’m just vibin on it
i’m just vibin on it, yeah
i’m just vibin on it

[verse 2: ktcg]
they don’t understand
i got the upper hand
pop you like rubber bands
i may k!ll yo friend
i may k!ll yo man
i may just f-ck you in j-pan
crashing in this b-tch, no need to land
im up in tokyo cooling like uber everywhere
i might shoot em in broad day i never cared
look alive, that sh-t bright solar flare
home run, going gone, its outta here
me and jonasty smoking out the backwood
preroll for the good thats a packwood
that sh-t dead bernie mac now
tell these b-tches to calm down
man i feel like osam now
f-ck this sh-t i’m the bomb, pow!

{chorus: ktcg & jonas valli]
feniko
i’m just vibin on it
i’m just high tryna survive
tryna ride on it
yeah
i’m just vibin on it
i’m just vibin on it, yeah
(cough)
i’m just vibin on it
(cough)

[verse 3: jonas valli]
i feel like i’m homer simpson
i feel like my homies been simping
you treat this sh-t like it is simple but i got some lyrics put you in submission
i got a secret, b-tch i up next
and you know you can trust all the visions
(predictions)
and you can’t keep a rhythm
i been baking like gibsons
i f-ck the b-tch up, yeah yeah
boy you in an instrument
i’ll cut your sh-t up and this not a gym
but i’ll pull up the bar and i’ll hit your chin up
you talking that sh-t?
but i got a hit like it’s little league
and i got the juice like it’s mini me
and please you don’t wanna discrete
all the paper on me for a century
we smoking that herb like a ‘ronic
i guess i might do this again
you just a p-ssy, i’m marking him out with a pistol and fill you with lead
this is a f-ggot don’t go for the sin
your girl’s like thanos, she go for the head
i walk in the house and she dove for the bed
you thought it was over, it never gon end
b-tch

- ktcg

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