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Correct Felt Da Vibe Lyrics
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Correct Felt Da Vibe
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[Intro] I swear to God, I’ve got to keep them praying hard On the block, I’m tripping, trying to serve that hard I caught a vibe with me, I’m going hard [Verse] I caught a vibe they was scared of Shoot a real bitch, keep her legs up Hard work, gotta stack the bread up Keep reaching, leave you niggas fed up A hundred round drum, I don’t carry no pistols She sucking you, but you still wanna kiss her I felt the vibe that you niggas was scared I’ma keep on stacking, bitch, I just want that bread And I carry with me, ready to take off your head [?] with them dreads The guns are pulling up, fuck the Feds I’ma keep on vibing I’ma pull up in foreigns and 30s and clips No ski mask on me, I want you to see this shit My energy high, fuck it, stay lit I don’t trust niggas but the boss in the VIP I’m kicking it, my hand on the hip In the hood, banging Blood with the Crips Put him on the plug, then we gonna split If I catch you popping, then I gotta hit you [?] nigga, take him off the list And I felt the vibe that you wasn’t rich They like, “DrugRixh, you got a bad bitch” I’ma fuck up this cash on the fashion When I hop in the Mazi, I’ma crash it You gon’ see who really living the fastest Spend a check on a mansion, fuck the cabbage Straight cash, nigga, fuck advances I’m controlling your bitch ‘cause I got advantages She gon’ hop in my Ghost, know it’s time to vanish Got a pair of mill cash, that’s the ransom I’ma stick it up, make my momma happy Pussy on the [?] the cash faster When I’m getting home, know it’s getting nasty Make it rain in the club, see you dancing And I’m stuck on the Percs in the foreign, I hope I don’t crash it When we pull up, bitch, we’ll all blast you A homicide leave the scene nasty The stick clapping, hold a hundred fucking caskets Pour up a four of that mud before I smash it Geeked up on the Perc, I don’t nut fast But I’ll nut on her face, splash I’ma keep on feeling vibes that you scary The latest one that’s living legendary This real life, ain’t no fairy tailing I keep the stick with me and all my partners felons I’ma shoot at your wig, splitting your melon I’ma pop a Perc, nigga, and roll the cannons I just fucked her one time and left her damaged I done took her soul, felt the vibe heavy I’ma shoot the chopper, watch me hold it steady I’ma twist your body like it was spaghetti I’ma keep going, I won’t stop [?] Roll the Backwood up, fuck the cameras And the foreign come with the back cameras I’ma catch you creeping and I’ma still laugh at him Shoot him in the face, still smiling My youngin’ got homicide and he wilding And I keep him with me, so he still riding [?] bad news: nigga, not a [?] I’ma keep on the drugs, still grinding I’ma show them the style so you see the diamonds Raided the plug, so I had to slime them And it’s real life, nigga, fuck the rhyming I’ma call out my money like rock climbing I’m on fire, nigga, fuck declining DrugRixh, bitch
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