paroles de chanson Kill Dat Vibe (feat. Gettabag3) - mintxy

(Bitch, don't kill my vibe, ugh)

Ona real, I've been losing my mind
I pick the bag or my bitch cause she too damn fine
I picked the Trues and the Ricks, it's a good ass fit
She steady calling me back, said it's some good ass dick

Yeah, I'ma pull up, get that shit in
Then she tryna bother me, she said I'm coming back when
Bitch, I wanna let you know I'm never ever coming back
If I clock this Wood, I'm finna have a heart attack

Yeah, damn near have a heart attack
I'm like damn, this beat hit, like nigga, start it back

Nigga talk about some money, don't wanna start with that
Cause I was really running them plays up just like a running back
Yeah, and only hit me for them quarter sacks
Cause I can plug and throw it to you like a quarterback

Bitch tried to come on flaky shit, I couldn't cope with that
Yeah, nigga, really couldn't roll with that, huh

I couldn't roll with that, I had to switch the flow up
Tryna get some paper from the boy, but showing no love
Like how the fuck you on my team, but you ain't loyal

Tryna get to the crown, these rookies call me royal
Nah, I ain't really fucking jacking all that fake shit
I really brushed the hoe off, built like a fake bitch
She on that ss-ss-ss, she a snake bitch
I told them sh-sh, we finna bring the cake in

Yeah, tryna bring that cake in
Asked for a pack, put that shit in coupe placement
Had to separate cause niggas stay up on that lame shit

Yeah, pop it to the hoe, I say it ain't shit
Yeah, but on the beat I go ape shit
I over pop it to you niggas so y'all can't say shit
Like I don't just be speaking for no reason, hear what I'm saying

Like niggas need to quit with all that fake shit
Ona real