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lirik lagu vibes on vibes – gunna & unotheactivist

[intro: gunna & unotheactivist]
we- we havin’ vibes on- vibes on vibes, n-gga
(run that back, turbo)
uh, yeah
yeah

[chorus: gunna & unotheactivist]
me and uno and four different hoes (four different hoes)
she got the head and too many goals
tesla truck wit’ the suicide doors (suicide doors)
can’t keep it real, n-ggas gettin’ exposed
we put up this money and let it get old (let it get old)
finally flooded, my necklace cold
we set a fire when all my n-ggas is home (ya dig, yeah, yeah)
we just want all the blue hunnids, that’s it (oh, yeah)
i got a bad b-tch, she don’t want a vet
we need bottle syrup, we just stepped in the vip (yeah)
no, we don’t need bottles, we came wit’ the sip
too many vibes, we try and secure (vibes)
too much this money, i give you the word (world, yeah)
i call up young gunna for bags of birds

[verse 1: gunna & unotheactivist]
i land in l.a. and i stay at the loft
dressin’ in raf from head to toe (head to toe)
bags of the mids in from mexico (mexico)
i had no witness, this case is closed (case is closed)
take off the face, then the case is closed (case closed)
i have the fish and the bread, the whole loaf (yeah)
we see a lil’ l!ck, we on top of that (yeah, yeah, yeah)
put d-ck down the middle, no politics (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
put the d-ck in her mouth and she swallowed it (swallowed it)
you lil’ n-ggas just fake, i’m the opposite (opposite)
i know that ain’t no drip, won’t acknowledge it (‘knowledge it)
i been gaining my power like politics (ah)
don’t wanna f-ck it unless you stay washin’ it (washin’ it)
i can’t f-ck wit’ no b-tch, you got germs (got germs)
my money straight like a perm (perm)
maybachs, his and hers (his and hers, woah)
yeah, no lessons learned (no)
wait, no blessin’ burned (oh)
told the lil’ n-gga, “better wait your turn” (oh)
ayy, sit back then watch this, watch how i catch this birdie (oh)
hold my back like girdle (oh)
hard-body, got a lot of water, like squirtle (oh)
me and young gunna hop hoes like hurdles

[chorus: gunna & unotheactivist]
me and uno and four different hoes (four different hoes)
she got the head and too many goals
tesla truck wit’ the suicide doors (suicide doors)
can’t keep it real, n-ggas gettin’ exposed
we put up this money and let it get old (let it get old)
finally flooded, my necklace cold
we set a fire when all my n-ggas is home (ya dig, yeah, yeah)
we just want all the blue hunnids, that’s it (oh, yeah)
i got a bad b-tch, she don’t want a vet
we need bottle syrup, we just stepped in the vip (yeah, yeah)
no, we don’t need bottles, we came wit’ the sip (yeah, yeah)
too many vibes, we try and secure (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
too much this money, i give you the word (world)
i call up young gunna for bags of birds (oh)

[verse 2: gunna & unotheactivist]
i’m ’bout to geek up (geek), jag, and swerve (jag and swerve)
i used to sell all my gas on the curb
i went and bought her a birkin purse (birk)
she went and bought me a pint of the syrup
big cup and i’m sippin’ on sizzurp
wit’ my slime, my lizard (slime)
baby pop a perc’ and she start to go bezerk (start to go, oh, woah)
ooh, this real plat’, no silver (yeah)
come take a look at my ice, mistake me for a blizzard (yeah, blizzard)
i advise everything twice, don’t turn me to a k!ller (yeah, k!ller)
gunna ain’t havin’ no wife, you ain’t gotta call me mister (no cap, mister)
i could have spared your wife, i ain’t even have to hit her (have to hit her, ooh)
‘sace all over my bedspread, matchin’ wit the cizzurtains (yeah)
now we make these hunneds spread, remember we was all hurtin’ (oh, all hurtin’)
baby make them legs spread, we gon’ cop a purse (woah, yeah)
cashin’ out on these hoes, we can cop ’em all birkins

[chorus: gunna & unotheactivist]
me and uno and four different hoes (four different hoes)
she got the head and too many goals
tesla truck wit’ the suicide doors (suicide doors)
can’t keep it real, n-ggas gettin’ exposed
we put up this money and let it get old (let it get old)
finally flooded, my necklace cold
we set a fire when all my n-ggas is home (ya dig, yeah)
we just want all the blue hunnids, that’s it (woah)
i got a bad b-tch, she don’t want a vet (woah, yeah)
we need bottle syrup, we just stepped in the vip (yeah, yeah)
no, we don’t need bottles, we came wit’ the sip (woah)
too many vibes, we try and secure (woah)
too much this money, i give you the word (world)
i call up young gunna for bags of birds (oh)

- gunna unotheactivist

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