Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lonely Vibes, artist - Shy Glizzy. Date of issue: 16.09.2020
Song language: English
Lonely Vibes |
| I heard another nigga got left last night |
| That’s why I gotta keep a heater on my right side |
| Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died |
| Feel like the realest of 'em all, I’m on my lonely vibes |
| I, I get so high |
| Oh my, I get so fly |
| Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life |
| I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly |
| Ayy, let’s call baddies, you ain’t got none |
| Ayy, my Nina glizzy is a tefflon |
| Ayy, you play with Gigi, get your head blown, -own |
| I was on the move and now he dead and gone |
| Paid 230 and they killed my soul |
| I do anything to protect my bros |
| I’m trappin' bags but you ain’t tryna go to war |
| Just send the addy, bet we pop up at your door |
| Imagine mama puttin' yo ass down in the floor |
| Shoot you with my Rollie on, like bitch it’s time to go |
| They call it Glizzy 'cause them Glocks is what we tote |
| I sold that shit, goin' in your nose, bro these street shit all I know |
| I heard another nigga got left last night |
| That’s why I gotta keep a heater on my right side |
| Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died |
| Feel like the realest of 'em all, I’m on my lonely vibes |
| I, I get so high |
| Oh my, I get so fly |
| Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life |
| I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly |
| All rats go to Hell, you know it ain’t no tellin' |
| And you know what they say, that all thugs go to Heaven |
| We got trey-57s, Glock 9s and MAC 11s |
| Don’t matter where I go, it’s still forever Trey Seven |
| I got niggas pushin' melon |
| I just make the dab, call my nigga, he a felon |
| I turned him to a damn boss |
| All them lame fuckin' with me, fuck they think I’m playin', dawg |
| It was a big shoot out and you got caught in the damn cross |
| Got me sweepin' the whole block, yeah, like a damn mop |
| Skrrt off in a stolen Lamb, we call that a Lamb chop |
| Two bitches on the West side, make 'em suck the same cock |
| Hit 'em from they best side, I think they got the same dock, uh |
| I heard another nigga got left last night |
| That’s why I gotta keep a heater on my right side |
| Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died |
| Feel like the realest of 'em all, I’m on my lonely vibes |
| I, I get so high |
| Oh my, I get so fly |
| Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life |
| I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly |
| I know that you miss me |
| But you got too much pride |
| Then love me like |
| Ooh, oh-oh-oh-oh |