Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bloxk Vibes , by - Sada Baby. Release date: 05.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bloxk Vibes |
| Gang almost left a nigga on the way up here |
| Niggas better be smooth with that TEC, they know it’s up there |
| Niggas better be bool, ain’t no fool, we can’t take a chance |
| Nigga make a move, up a tool, yopper make him dance |
| I can take his boo in one move, Sada make her dance |
| Tidal wave, got her in the pool, now she shakin' ass |
| Pop another Perc', one more, gotta make it last |
| I’ll teach that lil' pussy somethin', make him take a class |
| I’ll pack Dior, huh, I’ll blow it up |
| Skeet got an extra rifle automatic loaded up |
| He’ll shoot a bullet through the wind, he be scopin' shit up |
| Catch a nigga lackin', get it brackin', make him open up |
| They actin' like they want some smoke, bitch, we keep rollin' up |
| Flirt with your baby mama just to make her hold my gun |
| Grab that pussy with my left hand, you see this Rollie bust |
| Good rock in the air, name hold everywhere, you know it’s us |
| Let me crank, let me fuck her from the front 'til it break |
| Don’t do breaks, pop another RP and make it shake |
| If she fast, 69, I can’t kiss it if it stank |
| Don’t give fuck 'bout what you think, fresher than my uncle Frank |
| Twenty thousand on me in my bookbag, ain’t out the bank |
| Hundred dollars for a pint of Act', so I been drankin' |
| Huh, bend your bitch over, we gon' do the hanky-panky |
| We been shittin' on the opps, they got an attitude, duh |
| I been gettin' too much money, why they mad at Skub? |
| Pussy nigga, you was gettin' money, I wasn’t mad at you |
| Fuck a nigga sister, bend her over, make her grab her shoe |
| Do a bunch of freaky shit to that lil' monkey, still can’t get nothin' from me |
| We move them pills and 'bows, my niggas got it jumpin' |
| I was flirtin' with the opps' mama 'cause she got a thumper |
| Old bitch got to talkin' brazy, then we got to jumpin' |
| Go’n call your sons and they brothers, we gon' get to dumpin', huh |
| We’ll tear this bitch up, swear to God we will |
| I be with a bunch of young niggas that rob and kill |
| We the main reason all them niggas done died for real, yeah |
| We the main reason all them niggas keep dyin' still |
| I can’t slide 'less my niggas them ride with steel |
| Least 'bout four five straps behind the wheel |
| Told 'em put a hundred on the bop, let me know it’s real |
| Up my phone when I spin they block, you knew I’m on a drill, duh |
| How they tryna play it? |
| Huh, I ain’t gotta say it, huh |
| They put a body on his head, you know I gotta pay it, huh |
| Put a bag on his head, you know my niggas want it, huh |
| They strapped up and they pressin', all my niggas on it, uh |
| Gang almost left a nigga on the way up here |
| Niggas better be smooth with that TEC, they know it’s up there |
| Niggas better be bool, ain’t no fool, we can’t take a chance |
| Nigga make a move, up a tool, yopper make him dance |
| I can take his boo in one move, Sada make her dance |
| Tidal wave, got her in the pool, now she shakin' ass |
| Pop another Perc', one more, gotta make it last |
| I’ll teach that lil' pussy somethin', make him take a class |