
NyNy – LA Vibez Lyrics
Artist: NyNy
Song: LA Vibez
Woo, ha, ayyy
Hokatiwi
You did your thing on this b#tch
Woo, ayyy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Don’t play, I’ll send a bullet through your chest
She seen Amiris on my jeans, course she threw back
Used to be down bad, now I superflex
In Downtown L.A., like “Should I do the ‘Vette”? [Skrrrrt
Just tore Saks down, need a sponsorship [Tore it down
Lil b#tch used to spin, now she on my dick [Lil sl#t
Hit the Runtz and flew up like a rocket ship
AirPods in, feet up while I politic
In L.A. makin plays like I’m Kawhi Leonard [Makin plays
F-R-A-U-D, love them five letters [Fraud, fraud
Her credit great, but she trippin sh#t, I might let her [Shit
I can’t see you winning dude, like ever [Huh, like ever
Foreign b#tch feed me pita bread and hummus [Woooo
At the self scan, if the VISA bad, I’m runnin’ [Ayy, ayy
If I ain’t at the mall, then I’m scammin something
Bro Handy Manny, yeah he got a hammer on him
b#tch f#ckin on a scammer, think she JT
Tryna f#ck around and drop a AP
The glock like a punt return, ain’t got no safety
RIP Kobe, see an opp, I’m droppin
Sick she came cowabunga when she see the wave [Surf
I’ll blow this b#tch mind, she seen what I make
Mean mugging in the function, brodie bring the K
Yeah this new bass fire, it’s a VISA day
Told the opps when I see you, I’ma bust y’all
Told the b#tch I won’t catch you if we trust fall
Real fetish over money, man I love fraud
I just f#cked up the gram when I upped dog
Woke up to this b#tch, like, “Damn, what happened?”
I’ma probably burn in hell, I done scammed her grandma
If I get her login, then her bands gon’ vanish
Why you trippin over hoes? Need to practice balance
Why you trippin’ on that n#gg#? He ain’t even yours
I’m in L.A. with the vibes, f#ckin up the stores
n#gg#, f#ck is you doin’? Open up my door
Bum n#gg# think he winnin’ f#ckin on a wh#re
Won’t ever hear from me again, playin’ with my money [Stupid
These n#gg#s broke as hell, pockets like my tummy
You ain’t never stacked sh#t, make it last, dummy
I’m all about a bag yeah, I bet these b#tches know
He was playing the whole time, I ain’t tripping though
Cute in real life, not in just lil videos
Pass the n#gg# to Cu’, call it pick and roll
In my own lane, never hear no sneak dissin
Own my own sh#t, never be for weak b#tches
I been going easy, yeah I’m finna treat b#tches
I ain’t never needed friends I don’t need b#tches
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Release Year: 2020