H-Town Vibes
Driving round and round with my niggaz in the city
We don't give a fuck we just tryna get litty
The police tryna hustle young niggas it get hitty
Big Broski, calming us down, he gave em like a fifty, in cents
They ain't getting any bands, cause we driving in Benz
Fuck them mofuckas' it don't make no sense
I fuck with hustlers dawg, the streets love me my dawg, ain't no biggy my dawg
I'm sipping castle light, but we ain't moving light
We got a cooler box full of shit that is tight
Let it cool off, the Russian bear, think that I might
But i got front wheel, I'm cruising down Churchill
Cause shawty got a curfew but I don't give a fuck
Shawty wanna club, party with a thug,
Maestro, 1+1 we hit it off
Hometown had the whole city on the bop, (too wet get the mop)
H-town vibes, 263, Hometown Chilling
Stakes I'm grilling, Mellanin Dripping
Smoking I'm trippy, the hookah, the shawty with the big ass twerking
Got the city on lock, Ginimbi type of pockets make a Video Thot
Turn a wife into a hoe, I done seen it a lot
And you ain't got no money, Uncle Phil with the dot, (blaow! blaow!) hit the spot!
Eastgate to Westgate, Chilling by Village
Check the Auroma, put you in comma
Hot white bitches like they coming out the Sauna
Mellanin babies said they only speak Shona
We held this shit down at the colour run, (Yeah) summer 18, we was going all crazy
Wine on me baby, grind on me baby
H-town vibes got a nigga too faded
I hit up Chef Pablo, the plug, he like narco
When he cook it up make this shit taste like Nandos
Classy bad bitches in the vip by pabloz
Baby, all that ass, like, how you pack all that cargo?
Mixing it like gango, play a hoe, banjo
My nigga ndini mambo
Hands like I'm Rambo
She licking on my Stumbo
I pray that I don't fumble
Out in Europe on other thangs, but H-town that's my home
H-town vibes, 263, Hometown Chilling
Stakes I'm grilling, Melanin Dripping
Smoking I'm trippy, the hookah, the shawty with the big ass twerking
Got the city on lock, Ginimbi type of pockets make a Video Thot
Turn a wife into a hoe, I done seen it a lot
And you ain't got no money, Uncle Phil with the dot, (blaow! blaow!) hit the spot!
We don't give a fuck we just tryna get litty
The police tryna hustle young niggas it get hitty
Big Broski, calming us down, he gave em like a fifty, in cents
They ain't getting any bands, cause we driving in Benz
Fuck them mofuckas' it don't make no sense
I fuck with hustlers dawg, the streets love me my dawg, ain't no biggy my dawg
I'm sipping castle light, but we ain't moving light
We got a cooler box full of shit that is tight
Let it cool off, the Russian bear, think that I might
But i got front wheel, I'm cruising down Churchill
Cause shawty got a curfew but I don't give a fuck
Shawty wanna club, party with a thug,
Maestro, 1+1 we hit it off
Hometown had the whole city on the bop, (too wet get the mop)
H-town vibes, 263, Hometown Chilling
Stakes I'm grilling, Mellanin Dripping
Smoking I'm trippy, the hookah, the shawty with the big ass twerking
Got the city on lock, Ginimbi type of pockets make a Video Thot
Turn a wife into a hoe, I done seen it a lot
And you ain't got no money, Uncle Phil with the dot, (blaow! blaow!) hit the spot!
Eastgate to Westgate, Chilling by Village
Check the Auroma, put you in comma
Hot white bitches like they coming out the Sauna
Mellanin babies said they only speak Shona
We held this shit down at the colour run, (Yeah) summer 18, we was going all crazy
Wine on me baby, grind on me baby
H-town vibes got a nigga too faded
I hit up Chef Pablo, the plug, he like narco
When he cook it up make this shit taste like Nandos
Classy bad bitches in the vip by pabloz
Baby, all that ass, like, how you pack all that cargo?
Mixing it like gango, play a hoe, banjo
My nigga ndini mambo
Hands like I'm Rambo
She licking on my Stumbo
I pray that I don't fumble
Out in Europe on other thangs, but H-town that's my home
H-town vibes, 263, Hometown Chilling
Stakes I'm grilling, Melanin Dripping
Smoking I'm trippy, the hookah, the shawty with the big ass twerking
Got the city on lock, Ginimbi type of pockets make a Video Thot
Turn a wife into a hoe, I done seen it a lot
And you ain't got no money, Uncle Phil with the dot, (blaow! blaow!) hit the spot!
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Writer(s): Tawanda Majuru
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