Just Say Jones, B.ailey - Vibes - Radio Edit Lyrics

West west uh
I run into niggas
I ain't into niggas
How you know me homie
What's the business nigga
Keeping parts of the pie like to pinch profits
You are not like I cause you cant cop it
Im the west new bull and you cant stop it
Say its brilliance on the label
Nigga gon' cop it
Andale to ya bae and that's yo chick
She know my whole name
Want my whole dick
Say words thats crazy huh
I'm living lavish and a nigga from the eighties huh
Running game on a beezy
It's a niche mane
Propane spit flame
Big jones on the track its a hit huh
I'm a rap it for you like a gift huh
In and out so quick and it get done
This is now so brilliant in ya system
Well pour me up yep
I need a big cup
Is we sipping by the ounce nigga yes sir
I ain't even trying to bounce
I'ma bless her
And I don't even use the bed but the dresser
Keep the monkey high
Keep the screaming low
You ain't got to yell out just say jones
We can go all day I'm from Daygo
An we can make it how I said on the west coast
Wooooo
Said we vibin' on the west coast west coast
Yeah we vibin' on the west coast west
Said we vibin' on the west coast west coast
Straight vibin' on the west coast nigga
Straight vibin' on the west coast west coast
Straight vibin' on the west coast west coast
Straight vibin' on the west coast
We straight vibin' on the west coast nigga
I'm in the zone
Stoned I just ripped the bong
Love me long dimes in my iPhone
Swagg drippa Hennessy sippa
Nine milli totin' ass hollow tip spitta uh
No manners Cali made a savage
I just want the cabbage bitch I got expensive habits
In a Z twenty-eight switching lanes ducking lames
I get road rage on my way to the cake
Hold it down for the west coast
Swagg the track wit my big bro
Crocasacks and my locks flow
Spit venom spit fire nigga die slow
I'm really different still wit the business
Whips and chains big rocks on my pinky finger
Call me Mr. Sweet talk her til her panties drippin'
I'm the reason why ya bitch need a babysitter
How we stay on point like a laser beam
Tell ya bitch come through
She need to pay the team
North side nigga I'm out with her
Give her game show the bitch just how to get it
Left in a Chevy
Came in a Bentley
This a new world
Not the same city
Got some new girls
And my niggas with me
Finna turn them all out nigga

West west uh
I run into niggas
I ain't into niggas
How you know me homie
What's the business nigga
Keeping parts of the pie like to pinch profits
You are not like I cause you cant cop it
Im the west new bull and you cant stop it
Say its brilliance on the label
Nigga gon' cop it
Andale to ya bae and that's yo chick
She know my whole name
Want my whole dick
Say words thats crazy huh
I'm living lavish and a nigga from the eighties huh
Running game on a beezy
It's a niche mane
Propane spit flame
Big jones on the track its a hit huh
I'm a rap it for you like a gift huh
In and out so quick and it get done
This is now so brilliant in ya system
Well pour me up yep
I need a big cup
Is we sipping by the ounce nigga yes sir
I ain't even trying to bounce
I'ma bless her
And I don't even use the bed but the dresser
Keep the monkey high
Keep the screaming low
You ain't got to yell out just say jones
We can go all day I'm from Daygo
An we can make it how I said on the west coast
Wooooo
Said we vibin' on the west coast west coast
Yeah we vibin' on the west coast west
Said we vibin' on the west coast west coast
Straight vibin' on the west coast nigga
Straight vibin' on the west coast west coast
Straight vibin' on the west coast west coast
Straight vibin' on the west coast
We straight vibin' on the west coast nigga
I'm in the zone
Stoned I just ripped the bong
Love me long dimes in my iPhone
Swagg drippa Hennessy sippa
Nine milli totin' ass hollow tip spitta uh
No manners Cali made a savage
I just want the cabbage bitch I got expensive habits
In a Z twenty-eight switching lanes ducking lames
I get road rage on my way to the cake
Hold it down for the west coast
Swagg the track wit my big bro
Crocasacks and my locks flow
Spit venom spit fire nigga die slow
I'm really different still wit the business
Whips and chains big rocks on my pinky finger
Call me Mr. Sweet talk her til her panties drippin'
I'm the reason why ya bitch need a babysitter
How we stay on point like a laser beam
Tell ya bitch come through
She need to pay the team
North side nigga I'm out with her
Give her game show the bitch just how to get it
Left in a Chevy
Came in a Bentley
This a new world
Not the same city
Got some new girls
And my niggas with me
Finna turn them all out nigga