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It's all about the vibe, it's all about the vibe Lansky roll one of them up, roll one of them turbo joints for ya boy Uh, all my cousins deported they all Rastas Drug dealing to buy choppers It's real out here you can't knock 'em No hate out against me shall prosper My Jewish friends they yell Mazel Put party drugs in they nostrils Ain't worried 'bout shit and ain't got to Patek Phillipe from Fossils Smoking on Cheeba, sipping on Chevis I'm in the old school, center of Portland like Arvydas Them niggas tryna style, I'm like, "Beat it" It's Bob Marley on my chain not Jesus Had crack rolling, fuck your fever Dice game clean up, lightskin joint like Adina Step out with her fuck the scene up, ugh Yea, she a local superstar met her at La Marina, ugh First class to Miami I be low on Catalina's, ugh Yea, rock Stan Smith so well got the check from Adidas, ugh Magazines, billboards yea you see us We goin' ape up in this bitch, this shit is lit Fuck what happens tonight, in the morning we'll forget Niggas plotting on us, we gon' see 'em when we see 'em SongtexteBut niggas in here deep, we could fill the Colosseum I know, I know, I know, I know the game Y'all niggas ain't never been shit and bitches all the same Bust it wide open, drop it down into a split And if you do it right, this might be the night that you could quit Oh you looking for a sponsor huh? Too $hort Spotify, I got a song for ya Sucks teeth, roll the ganja up She wanna hint at a nigga that she down to fuck Sing for me, you a songstress, huh? On some Frankie Lymon, why fools fall in love? She wanna suck, throw a nigga name all in mud Just to double back to me like, "It's all good" Same mouth that she bash me with, she get nasty with Slick talk on some rapper shit, most times I just laugh at it 'Cause you don't know the half of it I got the Dee Bo mind control Jedi mind trick all kinda dough I ain't got no time, only when it's time to go And looking at my Rollie it's about that time Got dollar signs all on my mind Here cha-cha-chillin' with my homeboy Dom Everybody like, "I need more bomb" George Kush nigga, stay off the greenhouse lawn Is you riding, is you staying? Is you hating or nah? Either you dark side with it, or you roll with the God We goin' ape up in this bitch, this shit is lit Fuck what happens tonight, in the morning we'll forget Niggas plotting on us, we gon' see 'em when we see 'em But niggas in here deep, we could fill the Colosseum I know, I know, I know, I know the game Y'all niggas ain't never been shit and bitches all the same Bust it wide open, drop it down into a split And if you do it right, this might be the night that you could quit Aus Songtexte Mania