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Vibin
Wxoda
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Wxoda — Vibin
I been to
Miami, baby, I can't even think
All these different b*tches on my mind, I can't blame
I might take a shot, go grab a trace, I need a drink
I walk in the club with my chain, it's going blank
Yeah, we throwing thousands
I do my dance on the top, they say
I'm wildin' I got some cash now, I guess they think
I'm holly and
I stay with bad b*tches, you know we be violin' All these niggas mad cause these young ones got cash
You look good, off the wig up, baby, you deserve a bag
You want double-sleeve old mama or a powder bag
F*ck it, I'ma get both, you know
I'm a drag
You tryna be quiet on the kick, I heard you quiet in the bed
The f*ck, all these niggas sassy, they tryna post you on fifth
You m*therfuck a woo-loo, baby, you know he spendin' bread
And he like to dance, so you know he got that year
I been in my hand, look, baby, I can't even think
All these different b*tches on my mind, I can't blame
I might take a shot, go grab a chase, I need a drink
I walk in the club with my chain, it's goin' bling
Yeah, we throwin' thousands
I do my dance on the top, they say
I'm wildin' I got some cash now, I guess they think
I feel a man
Miami, baby, I can't even think
All these different b*tches on my mind, I can't blame
I might take a shot, go grab a trace, I need a drink
I walk in the club with my chain, it's going blank
Yeah, we throwing thousands
I do my dance on the top, they say
I'm wildin' I got some cash now, I guess they think
I'm holly and
I stay with bad b*tches, you know we be violin' All these niggas mad cause these young ones got cash
You look good, off the wig up, baby, you deserve a bag
You want double-sleeve old mama or a powder bag
F*ck it, I'ma get both, you know
I'm a drag
You tryna be quiet on the kick, I heard you quiet in the bed
The f*ck, all these niggas sassy, they tryna post you on fifth
You m*therfuck a woo-loo, baby, you know he spendin' bread
And he like to dance, so you know he got that year
I been in my hand, look, baby, I can't even think
All these different b*tches on my mind, I can't blame
I might take a shot, go grab a chase, I need a drink
I walk in the club with my chain, it's goin' bling
Yeah, we throwin' thousands
I do my dance on the top, they say
I'm wildin' I got some cash now, I guess they think
I feel a man
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