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Vibe Video (MV)




Performed By: Tomg Rique
Language: English
Length: 1:41
Written by: Clyde Turner




Tomg Rique - Vibe Lyrics
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F*ck twelve to the face
Cooking base rock
Six in the morning swing my door
Let my tape knock
I was on the block with some rocks
In my tub sock
All I do is add and try my best
Not to lose knots
I been smoking best way out west
Bumping Tupac
I ain't gotta flex for yo bitch
She a true thot
Re-up with my plug and load the money
On a green dot
You ain't seen shocked
Until you see a nigga bleed out
Big big sticks what it be bout
Make niggas take cover like bitches
When they feet out
Let her know we f*cking
If we ever go to eat out
Vacuum seal the pounds
So the smell want leak out
Kick my feet out
Can trip a referee I see now
My girl sell coke to
She think she Griselda
Alternate address for the pack
Just to mail it
Never got caught selling
Only got caught with it
Every time I came home
I went right back to getting it
Never got caught selling
Only got caught with it
Every time I came home
I went right back to getting it
Let's get it
Honda Civic
We gone trap out to the limit
If you strapped pull out yo racks
Like this yo life and you gone live it
F*ck a sentence
If I said it then I meant it
Just believe me
Only call me when you need me
Like that's it that shit cheesy
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F*ck twelve to the face
Cooking base rock
Six in the morning swing my door
Let my tape knock
I was on the block with some rocks
In my tub sock
All I do is add and try my best
Not to lose knots
I been smoking best way out west
Bumping Tupac
I ain't gotta flex for yo bitch
She a true thot
Re-up with my plug and load the money
On a green dot
You ain't seen shocked
Until you see a nigga bleed out
Big big sticks what it be bout
Make niggas take cover like bitches
When they feet out
Let her know we f*cking
If we ever go to eat out
Vacuum seal the pounds
So the smell want leak out
Kick my feet out
Can trip a referee I see now
My girl sell coke to
She think she Griselda
Alternate address for the pack
Just to mail it
Never got caught selling
Only got caught with it
Every time I came home
I went right back to getting it
Never got caught selling
Only got caught with it
Every time I came home
I went right back to getting it
Let's get it
Honda Civic
We gone trap out to the limit
If you strapped pull out yo racks
Like this yo life and you gone live it
F*ck a sentence
If I said it then I meant it
Just believe me
Only call me when you need me
Like that's it that shit cheesy
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Writer: Clyde Turner
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