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letra de vibe - trehvy

[bridge: f1]

she be working on my waist line
shawty don’t waste time
walking like a gangster
skeemile majita
a res’ x2

[verse 1: trehvy]

when i first saw her she was on the dance floor
in a cold night taking all her clothes off
who am i to judge she was feeling hot dawg (ohh)
shawty got the sauce like a f–ken hot dog (eyy)
moving like a snake
shaking what her momma gave her
dying for some love
but im not the one to save her (nah)
i like my peace and she’s fool’a drama (drama!)
doing bad things like karma is her momma (ohh)
she said “wake up with me you wont’t eat corn flakes” (nah)
“i got that cake that bakers don’t bake”
nah girl wait (wait)
i ain’ about that life
i don’t wanna hit you if i can’t make you a wife (nah)
ahh… she told me that she got me (got me)
she said “hit me up when you need a yummy mommy”
she can feel it when she hug me (hug me)
that my black thing is a one man army
(is a one man army)
ahh
[chorus: f1]

she be working on my waist line (ohh oh oh ohh)
shawty don’t waste time (nah nah nah naah)
walking like a gangster (ayo! baad man wagwan!!!)
skeemile majita
a res’ buye a res’ buye a res’ buye (yeah yeah yeaah)
we just want the vibe (oh oh ooh)
a res’ buye a res’ buye a res’ buye (nah nah naah)
we just want the vibe (oh oh ooh)
eey!

[verse 2: mokotjo]

she’s a regular in the club
but still unemployed
she wanna ride a bad boy
like a cowboy (yee haa)
i caught her runnin’ a convoy of rude boys
i bet she’s not a tom boy (ahh haa)
she’s tom’s toy
only takes cash like a slot machine (kaching! kaching!)
got a catwalk that disturbs the peace (eish!)
she built like a horse from her neck to knees
she doesn’t even talk
she just twerks and tweets (yoh mmawee!!)
i would bless you
but you look younger than my nephew
my schedule runs way pass you curfew
but come through and let’s mess up your hair’do (zwakala)
suna papa ko tlhabe ka ditedu (aah)
ka dlala but ka tlhaloganya you a fan
i just want the sand not just the hour glass
my bad if all she got is a pretty face and a fat a–
i’ll pass she’s a mess
[chorus: f1]

[verse 3: trehvy]

i don’t understand
she say she wants man (uhh)
but shawty got a man
im confused
i see she got a tight a–
in that tight dress but shwty still loose
she don’t work for cream
she a typical slay queen
loves to sit at home look clean and day dream
either that or she’s on the wall like a flat screen
with a new stranger busy making a s-x scene ahh
they tell “slow down”
but she don’t know how (no!)
had a couple of friends but she alone now (eeey)
they were good girls busy reading books (ohh)
shawty dropped out and took a different route (d-mn!)
one time for the homies yeah
two times for the ladies yeah
already told her that i’m trehvy
but she still call me daddy yeah (laughs)
[chorus: f1]

- trehvy

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