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letra de la vibez - nyny

[intro: babytron]
woo, ha, ayyy
hokatiwi
you did your thing on this b-tch
woo, ayyy, ayy, ayy, sh-ttyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
don’t play, i’ll send a bullet through your chest
she seen amiris on my jeans, course she threw back
used to be down bad, now i superflex
in downtown l.a., like “should i do the ‘vette”? (skrrrrt)
just tore saks down, need a sponsorship (tore it down)
lil b-tch used to spin, now she on my d-ck (lil sl-t)
hit the runtz and flew up like a rocket ship
airpods in, feet up while i politic
in l.a. makin plays like i’m kawhi leonard (makin plays)
f-r-a-u-d, love them five letters (fraud, fraud)
her credit great, but she trippin sh-t, i might let her (sh-t)
i can’t see you winning dude, like ever (huh, like ever)
foreign b-tch feed me pita bread and hummus (woooo)
at the self scan, if the visa bad, i’m runnin’ (ayy, ayy)
if i ain’t at the mall, then i’m scammin something
bro handy manny, yeah he got a hammer on him
b-tch f-ckin on a scammer, think she jt
[?] tryna f-ck around and drop a ap
the glock like a punt return, ain’t got no safety
rip kobe, see an opp, i’m droppin [?]
sick she came cowabunga when she see the wave (surf)
i’ll blow this b-tch mind, she seen what i make
mean mugging in the function, brodie bring the k
yeah this new bass fire, it’s a visa day
told the opps when i see you, i’ma bust y’all
told the b-tch i won’t catch you if we trust fall
real fetish over money, man i love fraud
i just f-cked up the gram when i upped dog
woke up to this b-tch, like, “d-mn, what happened?”
i’ma probably burn in h-ll, i done scammed her grandma
if i get her login, then her bands gon’ vanish
why you trippin over hoes? need to practice balance
[verse 2: nyny]
why you trippin’ on that n-gga? he ain’t even yours
i’m in l.a. with the vibes, f-ckin up the stores
n-gga, f-ck is you doin’? open up my door
bum n-gga think he winnin’ f-ckin on a wh0re
won’t ever hear from me again, playin’ with my money (stupid)
these n-ggas broke as h-ll, pockets like my tummy
you ain’t never stacked sh-t, make it last, dummy
nyny ugly in the face, speak facts, dummy
i’m all about a bag yeah, i bet these b-tches know
he was playing the whole time, i ain’t tripping though
cute in real life, not in just lil videos
pass the n-gga to cu’, call it pick and roll
in my own lane, never hear no sneak dissin
own my own sh-t, never be for weak b-tches
i been going easy, yeah i’m finna treat b-tches
i ain’t never needed friends i don’t need b-tches

- nyny

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